Thursday, December 20, 2007

A Tale of Dude and Babe

Back in August, Spouse, the Dad, and I made an attempt to hike the Narrows with Dude and Babe. (The Narrows by the way, is a Zion National Park hot spot complete with Europeans and Flood Danger. See Midweek Trip.)

Dude is a friend of the Dad and there's a reason the Dude is called "The Dude." It's because if there ever was a Dude, it would be him. The man reeks of intelligence and poise (a cardiologist for an unnamed establishment with an e-mail censorship problem), coordination and endurance (quite a skier), humor and whit (face it - he's down right fun!)

And Babe? Well, the name just speaks for itself. (That and the Dude addressed her as such - as in "Hey Babe!? Can you pass the pepper?" Or "Babe!? Would you care to square dance?")

So the Dad phones a while back with a noteworthy and relative "Dude and Babe" story. It's noteworthy because - well you'll just have to read on - and it's relative because it involves running and spousal trickery.

The Dude and Babe had gone south (Moab, I believe) to run a 1/2 marathon. Babe was the only one with plans to run.

The night before the race, the two met up with a Friend (don't exactly know who, but this minor detail is not necessary). During their let's-get-to-know-each-other-again dialogue, Friend brought up the race and asked if they were running. Babe said she was. Dude said he wasn't. To which Friend responded with "Cheerleading... huh?"

Dude ran the race.

This story triggered all sorts of manipulating possibilities. I can give Spouse many options whereby the counterpart is Cheerleading! Amazing stuff.

- Would you like to clean the toilet or be the cheerleader?
- Would you rather go shopping or be the cheerleader?
- Would you like to clean the garage or be the cheerleader?
- Would you rather be married to me forever or be the cheerleader?

See? Manipulating possibilities. If only I could get him to wear one of those skirts...


Winder said...

The only problem I would have with the cheerleader manipulation is: unless it directly affects the dear hubby (refer to Male Combat Cleaner on my blog) he would probably even wear the skirt to avoid cleaning.

rabidrunner said...

If he wears the skirt, you get to look at the legs, right? Either way you win! At least that's how it would be for me. Spouse has hot legs! (Notice how I wormed my way out of implying that your dear hubby has nice legs.)

Lois, Our Lady of Blogs said...

What a great idea! I'll have to try this.

Lately I've been trying to get my spouse to do things by mentioning C. Jane's blog about her hubby shoveling the snow so she can walk from the car to the house. I say things like, "I bet C. Jane's husband would help put the cartload of groceries on the check-out conveyor belt instead of standing there reading a magazine."

Alas, he just gave me a dirty look and kept on reading.

The McMillans said...

The problem is this: Unless the house is burning down, men find pleasure in things that reduce stress, not create it...or is that a problem. What the heck is wrong with me. I am actually combat cleaning at the moment.

The petulant ninny said...

Do these pom poms make me look fat?

The McMillans said...

What about the other skirt, without pom poms, I really like that one on you.