Friday, December 9, 2011

"How can you love me if you don't know...

...how I feel about soup?" I asked Mr. Jenny.

It was 4:38 am.

I had awakened because I was darned closed to freezing. We had forgotten to turn the furnace on overnight again and it gotten down in the low 30's...

brrrrr...

So...

Of course I woke up and, of course, the first thing that came to mind was soup.


Actually it was the second thing that came to mind.

No.

Not that.

I'm old.

And it was cold.

The first thing that came to mind was to put my icy cold hands on Mr. Jenny's back to a) remind him that HE forgot to turn the furnace on overnight and to b) wake him up so he would talk to me.

After he yelped in delight and kind of snarled at me I knew he would be receptive to a cozy conversation tucked into our flannel sheeted, flannel quilted bed.

"So..." I said in a sweet and cuddly voice, "You don't even know if I like soup."

And he said, "Huh?"

And I said, "Seriously, how can you love me if you don't know if I like soup or not."

And he said, "Ummm...okaaaay. Yeah. You like soup. Now go back to sleep."

He attempted to turn over.

I refused to let him wiggle out of the conversation.

"Prove it. What kind of soup do I like."

He made a noise halfway through a snort of disgust and a swear word, but I was not so easily distracted from the subject at hand.

"What kind?" I challenged.

"Ummm...does this matter right now? Seriously? Do we have to talk about soup before 5 am?"

I almost let him off the hook, but then I replied, "Yes, yes we do. This is just another indicator that I love you more and that..."

He sighed.

Deeply.

"How, pray tell, does not knowing about soup mean you love me more?"

I sighed.

Deeply.

"Geez, keep up. Okay. I know that YOU like clam chowder and chili but you don't like soups that are well...ummm... soupier. And I know that YOU don't like that RED kind of clam chowder and only like the WHITE kind of clam chowder. See? See?"


He sighed again.

Even more deeply.

That guy really knows how to oxygenate his blood, I tell ya.

"Jenny. You like soup but NOT clam chowder of any color. Okay. So there! Now be quiet."

...

...

Was that an answer? I think not.

But far be it from me to intrude upon a husband who obviously loves me less than I love him and who is more interested in sleeping than discussing soup before 5 am.

So I huffed out of bed.

But he didn't notice because he went back to sleep.

Sigh...

So I wandered around the freezing house feeling a bit sorry for myself.

I muttered things like, "My next husband is going to know if I like soup or not. My next husband is going to remember to turn the furnace on. I think I'll google a recipe for RED clam chowder."

I paced and I shivered.

I shivered and paced.

I realized there was a small, infinitesimal possibility that I might have gone just a wee bit too far off on a tangent.

It was 5:09 am.

I was freezing.

I climbed back into bed with Mr. Snorey.

And just to teach him a lesson, I put my cold hands on my back.

You know.

So I could snuggle a bit closer.

Sigh...

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20 comments:

Wanda..... said...

You've made me want soup for lunch today, Jenny! Maybe one with hot chilpotle peppers ...maybe you should fix some...it would really oxygenate Mr Jenny's blood...warm both you and him up!

JDaniel4's Mom said...

I don't think he remembered the conversation after he got up. My husband won't.

Terra said...

baked potato, split pea or nordstrom's tomato...now you can love me!

BlackLOG said...

I'm easy when it comes to knowing my status on soup - I don't class Soup as food - it's a drink and I don't like my drinks with lumps, unless the lumps are ice....

Plus the following experience did nothing to bring me towards the mushy side of eating – my encounter with
<a href="http://the-blacklog.blogspot.com/2009/05/childhood-to-grumpy-old-man-featuring.html>The Soup Nazi </a>

Julienne said...

Jenny, you are like a breath of fresh air (and I don't mean cold air!!)in my life at the moment.

Karen S. said...

Well of course soup is important! Like the love of mother's home-made special make you feel better soup.....yes soup does remain close to the heart....and I just know if Mr. Jenny weren't so tired, and really needed to keep warm (with the furnace off) hmmm it's zero degrees here right now! ouch! He would have really loved a soup conversation!!!...with temps as they are right now, soup is really key to surviving! ;)

upinthecosmos said...

30's, that's like Indian Spring this time a year in Minnesota! LOL.... although, I'd want some heat too when trying to sleep:-) I have a love of soups made in Ireland... weird I know. I was on vacation there and all the soups I tried were great but then I come home & have similar kinds & blah... just not the same. I swear they puree potato & put it in all their soups;-)

Monica said...

You guys make me laugh. I really do wish we lived closer!

Pondside said...

I hope that after that;
-Mr Jenny turned on the furnace
-You had a hot bath
-You made the coffee and a very special breakfast for Mr Jenny
-you try our trick of tossing a blanket into the dryer to heat it up and then RUN with it back to bed and wrap it around the two of you under those blankets - bliss!

5thsister said...

suddenly I'm hankering for a hot steamy bowl of thick and hearty soup.

oh, and Jenny? My Mr. Sister, being the frugal man that he is, never turns up the heat at night. That's why I sleep cocooned in 4-5 blankets and sometimes a heating pad if it is a particularly cold night.

Live, Love, Laugh, Write! said...

If it makes you feel any better... my hubby has a terrible memory for anything NOT to do with him. So he has noooo idea what kind of soup I like. Well, he'd probably remember the clam chowder because we'll order that at fancy restaurants on the rare occasions we go out - but other than that...

BTW - I'm new to your blog - One of my friends gave me the address :) Mine is: www.ruthiestickney.blogspot.com if you have time to visit :)

anitamombanita said...

haha..this is the opposite of our house. The hubs forgets to turn DOWN the furnace, is awake and pacing a 0-dark-30, and knows that I don't like soup...however...

I'd be the one questioning how much he really loves me because he always offers me that stupid soup he loves... LOL

Oh, and poor poor you. The temp got down into the 30s? Ours never got ABOVE 20, and that was in the daytime! ;)

Sue said...

You are better than an hour of good therapy, Jenny.
And cheaper, too.

;)

Leovi said...

I love soup and clam if better. Greetings.

Diane said...

You are too funny. You've also made me realize that I'm starving... And I'm pretty sure I don't have any soup. Darn it!

Ms. A said...

I love cold weather soup! I look forward to it. Cold hands... not so much. Same with cold feet, ears and noses.

Dazee Dreamer said...

Oh my. I can always count on you to crack me up. Mr. Jenny if very nice not to have just poured soup all over you head.

You poor things down there in the sun belt. all cozy with your not so cold days. I mean, really, you "have to remember to turn on the heat at night". Ok, so I'm jealous. ok.

Neni said...

wow JEnny, you can always write something simple and ordinary in interesting way...

I laughed reading your thought about your next husband. Made me think also that my future husband should know that I like cream soup, Indonesian chicken soup, and Linze Soup turkish.... :)

Have a nice weekend...

Busy Bee Suz said...

I LOVE SOUP.
Oh wait, you didn't ask me if I did or not.
I can't believe he doesn't know you very well. Cause, if he knew you really really really well, he would have had your soup ready at 4:38 am.
:)

♥~Judy~♥ said...

I just asked my husband what kind of soup I like and he looked at me like I had two heads and lost both of them!