"romanyroamer" wrote in message news:fZKtb.13411$ snipped-for-privacy@news-server.bigpond.net.au...
:) Sometimes I need to get in touch with my husband when he's at work. And sometimes when I call his office, the shift supervisor that works for my husband will be in there. If I talk to the shift supervisor, I ask him to please have my husband call me. The note he always, without fail, leaves for my husband reads: "The Boss called. She wants you to call her back." lol
For my husband's part, he refers to me as "the CFO." (Chief Financial Officer.) He uses this frequently as an easy excuse when something is more money than he wants to pay. "Oh, I can't do that. The CFO won't like it." lol He collects guns. He was browsing in one of the local gun shops last weekend. The salesman was really hawking a $1500 pistol. DH's response was "Oh no. The family CFO wouldn't approve of that....and she's a better shot than I am. I'm highly motivated to keep her happy." LOL!!! Say what you want about other spousal training methods, but abject fear of extreme bodily harm works really well.
Of course, this is all said in jest. He respects me and I respect him. We both consider ourselves partners in this deal. ;)
I think we all know other couples where one or the other really is "the boss." For a while, a bunch of the "play group moms" would get together about once a month and go out to dinner together. (it's fallen by the wayside as our kids have gotten older. Everyone is busy running from this after school activity to the next.) We were never out really late since we went in the middle of the week (less crowds that way.) We never went anywhere "racy or raunchy." We all just enjoyed each others' company and the thrill of having someone else cook dinner and then clean it up; oh, and not having to stop eating long enough to cut up someone else's food. lol One gal was asked to go along and her response was that her husband wouldn't allow her to go out like that, with women who would be a bad influence on her, and further that he wasn't a babysitter who would stay with the kids while she was out goofing off. That response just went THROUGH me. Before I could slam shut the gate between my brain and my mouth (and I should mention that my mouth was already agape so it was easy for this stuff to fall out of it) I said, "those are his children. How is it babysitting for him to stay home with them for two hours while you are out? And what IS he?? Your husband or your Daddy???" Then I almost bit my own lips off. I felt horrible that I was so harsh with her. Luckily one of my more diplomatic friends was also there and she smoothed things over.
I've seen and heard a lot. But, shoo-whee, that still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Sharon --