Hubby and I vacationed this week…… it was sort of like our last hoorah before the baby comes and our lives are forever changed. If you were to ask hubby, he would insist that we will NOT give up vacationing like this. I tend to err on the side of caution and recognize that we won’t have a clue how our lives will change until they actually change…. but I’m sure that our ever-changing lives (just like my ever-changing belly) will undoubtedly be the topic of future posts!
Today’s post however, is not about any of that – it’s about pants…. or perhaps more accurately, the absence of pants.
You see, an ever-occuring
battle, argument, discussion prior to each vacation is whether or not hubby needs to pack pants. We tend to like all-inclusive trips that offer of a number of restaurants on property. Many of these restaurants have a dress code. Which could loosely be described as “pants required for all men”. In all honesty, not that hard to comply with…… right?! Well, unless you are hubby and you need to debate the need to wear pants at a resort, in 85 degree weather. Ok, maybe debate isn’t the right word…. other words that come to mind are… whine or complain.
I generally win the debate and pants, however despised, make their way into his luggage.
Then, after we make it to the resort, hubby grumbles the entire first night as we get dressed for dinner. Once we make it to the restaurant, hubby scours the crowd for any men who are in non-compliance with the dress code… then he says to me…..”¡No Pantalones!” as he nods his head in the direction of someone. ”¡No Pantalones!” as he walks past a couple at a table. (yes, in case you have guessed – we are in Mexico. Thus, hubby’s limited language skills come out as he tries to make his case – now in Spanish – about why I didn’t need to force him to wear “pantalones”). I guess I should be happy that he’s honing his Spanish vocabulary since, to date, he can probably say maybe 15 words in this language. What I’m not enjoying is his need to over-use his new favorite statement.
We get ready for bed and as hubby removes his pants he merrily declares: “¡No Pantalones!”
I put on my bathing suit in the morning and hubby smiles and says: “¡No Pantalones!”
He swims up to the pool bar and from across the water, I can see him mouthing: “¡No Pantalones!”
Yes folks, this has become the catch phrase of our vacation so hubby can remind me like 1564 times a day that he really didn’t need to pack pantalones… since no one seems to enforce the pantalones rule at dinners. At this point, I’m starting to think about hiding all the pantalones when we get home just so I can continue to use this new phrase every time he gets ready for work…… He steps out of the shower, opens the empty dresser drawer with a quizzical look on his face, and behind him he hears me whispering….. “¡No Pantalones!”
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