"Cut the Ribbanough"
I think I'm in a communication time-warp or gender-warp or maybe my brain is just warped.
As I leave work I call hubby. Here's the conversation:
Hubs: When you get home cut the ribbanough.
Me: Ribs? Cut what ribs? I thought you were bringing chicken.
Hubs: No. The ribbanough. Cut the ribb-a-nough.
Me: Who are the Ribbanough? (I'm thinking I'm supposed to disassociate from some family named Ribbanough?) Why cut them?
Hubs: No. Ribbon. Ribbon now.
Me: Oh sure. Ribbon now. uh... What ribbon?
Hubs: The ribbon.
Me: Where do I get this ribbon.
Hubs: The ribbon is there just cut it.
Me: We're making bows? We're fixing presents? (A not unheard of thing to illustrate some Bible study lesson, sermon, etc. There is Bible study tonight.) And where do I get this ribbon?
Hubs: The ribbon. THE ribbon. (I'm thinking of the pink ribbon I have on my sidelines here. I don't think I need to cut it.)
Me: Help me here. I'm not getting it. (But I'm laughing now, and so is he.)
Hubs: The ribbon that's on the driveway.
Me: Oh! That! I don't think I'd call it ribbon.
Hubs: No? What would you call it? A barricade?
Me: Probably. Or I'd give information first like: It's okay to take the car into the driveway tonight. You can just cut the ribbon and drive in.
Hubs: (Laughing.) Just cut the ribbon and drive in.
Consider it done. (Scroll down to view "THE RIBBANOUGH"!)
As I leave work I call hubby. Here's the conversation:
Hubs: When you get home cut the ribbanough.
Me: Ribs? Cut what ribs? I thought you were bringing chicken.
Hubs: No. The ribbanough. Cut the ribb-a-nough.
Me: Who are the Ribbanough? (I'm thinking I'm supposed to disassociate from some family named Ribbanough?) Why cut them?
Hubs: No. Ribbon. Ribbon now.
Me: Oh sure. Ribbon now. uh... What ribbon?
Hubs: The ribbon.
Me: Where do I get this ribbon.
Hubs: The ribbon is there just cut it.
Me: We're making bows? We're fixing presents? (A not unheard of thing to illustrate some Bible study lesson, sermon, etc. There is Bible study tonight.) And where do I get this ribbon?
Hubs: The ribbon. THE ribbon. (I'm thinking of the pink ribbon I have on my sidelines here. I don't think I need to cut it.)
Me: Help me here. I'm not getting it. (But I'm laughing now, and so is he.)
Hubs: The ribbon that's on the driveway.
Me: Oh! That! I don't think I'd call it ribbon.
Hubs: No? What would you call it? A barricade?
Me: Probably. Or I'd give information first like: It's okay to take the car into the driveway tonight. You can just cut the ribbon and drive in.
Hubs: (Laughing.) Just cut the ribbon and drive in.
Consider it done. (Scroll down to view "THE RIBBANOUGH"!)
Look! It's the Ribbanough!
5 comments:
LOL, sounds like me and my husband. We think so different. That was hilarious.
You should put, as the title of this post, "Gwendolyn...Put Down The Kool-Aid." because I did not, and then I snorted it through my nose. It was really not a pretty site. LOL
At least you both were laughing. My hubby wouldn't have gotten SO frustrated.
Ha, Ha!
I didn't get it at first. Funny!
Crysm, It's the almost 40 years together that keeps us laughing. 15 years ago, he would have gotten frustrated and angry, then I would have had my feelings hurt and be crying my heart out!!! Somehow, I like the laughing about it better. But I think "Cut the Ribbanough" is going to become a mantra for when I can't understand him. "Oh I'll just cut the Ribbanough."
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