Seriously! I don't know if I will ever be able to take him seriously! At least once a week, Greg comes home from work to tell me that they may be sending him to Australia. And then after I reply with an ever-so-interested, 'huh,' he tells me all about this secluded, primitive island where he'll be working. Thank goodness Izzy and I won't be going along on this non-existent trip!
And Greg is constantly saying that his heart or his brain hurts. Yes, for some reason it's his heart, not his chest and his brain, not his head. Anyone who's close to Greg knows that he does this... his best friends and his parents know to rarely take him seriously. As Matt said in his best man speech, Greg's a little wishy-washy.
Ok... he's very wishy-washy!
So I emailed my friend, Mel, to find out the name of her doctor so I could get Greg a thorough physical and told her of his brain pains... she was very concerned and said we should order Greg an MRI. Then I told her that 'brain pain' is Greg code for a headache. See what I mean... the little boy who cried wolf!
And it continues through every aspect of his life...
Each and every time we eat out, we decide where we're going, head that way, pull into the parking lot, and then Greg changes his mind. I'll have my taster all set for enchiladas, and he'll say he now wants sushi. Even though I usually put my foot down and say we have to stay where we are, there have been times when I've given in and gone across town with Greg all the while pretending my sushi is an enchilada!
I'll never forget the first time I went grocery shopping with Greg. He proceeded to fill his cart to the brim, yet every two or three minutes he would change his mind and take something out. Greg's groceries were all over that store. Ice cream on the toilet paper aisle and lunch meat by the watermelon display.
More recently, Greg showed his wishy-washyness at the design center as we were choosing things for our new house.
"Add the full guttering, now take out the full guttering and add flood lights. Ok, take out the flood lights and add glass doors on the fire place."
I had to send Greg to the design center kitchen before he 'grocery shopped' our new house!
But you know, I wouldn't know what to do if Greg wasn't acting this way... our life would be very, very boring! This is the Greg I've come to know and love. I've learned to embrace his sporadic personality. As you can see, he's the main source of my blogging inspiration. I don't know what I'd write about without him...
Just the other day we were running some errands after dinner and decided that we needed some ice cream. Greg suggested gelato, and as we headed that way, we passed Fuddruckers. All it took was a 'Ooo, Greg, Fuddruckers!' for him to whip a u-ey and pull into the parking lot!
So I'm finally learning how easy it is to persuade my husband... that strawberry milkshake was just one small step for me... now what can I get him to do next?!?! Oh, I can think of a few things... yeah, whatever!
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