Tomorrow is Mr. O’s Opinions fortieth birthday. I thought I would honour that day by paying a little tribute to my wonderful, supportive, and long-suffering husband.
I bug and tease Big Daddy Kev all the time. He is almost two years younger than me, but I call him “my old man”. I can’t help it! When I ask him what music he would like to listen to, he replies, “I don’t know, play something I know”. I joke back, “You mean something from two decades ago”? and he says yes! He pretty much hands me my material on a platter! The other day he really cracked me up. He was watching an old Motley Crue video from about 1984. He looked at how skinny Tommy Lee was then and said “I’m pretty sure I could have kicked Tommy’s ass then”. And he thinks I am full of non sequiturs.
Okay, enough about him being old. Big Daddy Kev dotes on his darling daughter, Thing 2. She knows this too, and uses it to her full advantage. She can get pretty much anything she wants out of him. Once I asked her to put up her pinkie finger. She held up this little tiny digit, and I asked her father, “How do you wrap yourself around that teeny little finger”? He was not amused.
On a more serious note, Kevin is a good husband and father. He knows that us girls really wanted to go camping and he did not, but went anyway. He ended up having a really good time, despite not having caught any fish. He had so much fun he wants to go again!
I think the highlight of the camping trip for him was his up close and almost too personal encounter with a skunk. On the first night, I woke up to hear an animal ripping up our garbage bag. Kevin grabbed a flashlight and poked his head out of the tent, trying to scare whatever it was away, and got a surprise! I heard him say “F**k!” and the sound of the tent zipper being fastened at a very rapid pace. I thought there was a bear outside! The skunk did not spray, thankfully, but Kevin loves to tell this story. I believe that when he tells the story, the animal in question is referred to as “the skunk with big balls that was outside my tent five times”. Ahh, men.
No more poking fun of spouses. Have a great birthday, big guy, and I hope you have at least 40 more!
