I was thinking about sharing a Zuddy story with you the other day, but you know I should be working.
I'll still share it, because I was reading Big Mama's blog and while I was almost in tears laughing at her "Forever in Blue Jeans" post, I was reminded of another story. So now I have 2 stories to share.
Zuddy isn't a fashion plate. I know, I know......pot calling the kettle black. But believe me - it's been an issue almost from the beginning.
Awww, crud. Now that I mention the "beginning" and "fashion issues"? I have 2 more stories.....this could be a long post, but I'm going to stick with the original 2 stories.
So Big Mama was talking about her Dad and Husband and their escapades while shopping for blue jeans. And I was cracking up - that girl can write. But I was remembering when Zuddy first got hooked on online shopping - it was right after the Noodle was born. He found a cute outfit for her (little cow-print velvet skirt) on the Old Navy website and then proceeded to shop for some new Levi's for himself on another website.
Now - you should know this about Zuddy .....he's a pretty good "try-er". When we go to a restaurant (which is pretty much never these days), he'll always order something new. Zuddy isn't afraid of taking a little risk here and there. No SIR. But really? It's best to keep that attitude within the food demographic.
Because when he was shopping for those jeans, he bought a couple of new "fits". You know - they have classic fit, relaxed fit, etc. Well, the jeans came and Zuddy put on one of the pairs.
Which made me laugh.
I said to him, "Ummmmm. Where did you get those?"
Z: "What? They're Levi's."
M: "Well, what kind of Levi's? They're not the ones you usually wear."
Z: "I don't know. The description said, 'great new slim fit!'"
M: "I'd send 'em back."
Z (offended): "I'm late! They're fine."
Fast forward to 6:30 pm that night. Zuddy walks in the door, immediately takes the pants off in the living room and says, "Stupid jeans! The guys at work called me Timmy Tightpants all day!"
Second story of the day:
I'm doing some recipe work at home. Which means lots of things in the fridge are off-limits. I need these food items for my recipes. Zuddy is pretty good at asking first, but I went into the fridge looking for my seedless cucumber and I couldn't find it. There's a leftover stub of one in there, but not enough for my recipe.
I'm kind of feeling the pressure today - I hate everything I'm working on and I need to make somebody else feel as bad as I do.
So I called Zuddy at work and said to him in the most accusing voice I can muster, "TELL me you didn't feed Noodle that cucumber I had in the fridge over the weekend!!!"
Z (defensively): "Mupp! I swear to you....no cucumbers were harmed in the feeding of our child!"
Okay, now I have another story: Zuddy just sent me an email as I'm writing this post.
When I'm doing recipe work at home, I bring the food to Zuddy's work for the guys to sample and give their opinions.
Well, I made a recipe called "Bull Bites" and brought it over.
Zuddy's email response?
"YAY! BULL BITES! YAY!"