Some of you may remember the first time I stumbled on the idea of using Aversion Therapy to get hubby to do stuff around the house. No, I didn’t decide to electrocute him, or burn him, or even really harm him in any way. I decided to use a tasty little snack (aka Marino’s Italian Ice) to try a far more subtle tactic…… a tiny annoyance that sounds something like this
See it’s not that bad to you & me. BUT, to hubby it’s excruciating!
What I didn’t know at the time was that, when you put something out in the blogosphere, sometimes – just sometimes – you are granted a wish that you didn’t even know you wanted.
And that, my dear blog readers, is what happened to me about a week ago.
I was idly checking my email (hoping for blog comments!) and I found a message from someone who had come across my post during a Google search.
The note this person wrote me went something like this:
We understand your hubby can be annoying. We’re so happy that our product could provide such a service to you. We want to encourage you to continue to use our product. It’s customers like you that help to make us proud of what we sell. We came across your blog while casually searching for customer feedback on our product, and we were so entertained by what you wrote we’d like to send you something special. Well, what we’d actually like to do is become an accomplice in your Aversion Therapy. Please keep an eye on your mail for a special surprise that should aid you in tormenting hubby.
And, so it began.
The person who actually wrote that email (or a note not quite or maybe not remotely like that email) was actually someone from Marino’s Italian Ice (if you don’t remember my Aversion Therapy post you can read it HERE). And, even though my rendition of their email may be slightly exaggerated, they did indeed like my post and they did indeed offer to send me a “surprise”.
Now I do love surprises and it’s as if I now had an accomplice to help torture….. I mean train…. I mean….. bother (?) hubby. HOORAY! I was hoping for a year’s supply of ices. I mean, could you imagine having my pick of flavors to taunt hubby all year round? I could have Italian Ice Parties where I invited over friends. I could peel the caps off and leave them around the house as ominous reminders for hubby of what might be in store for him, if chores are undone. I could eat cherry ones if he doesn’t clean the counter…… Lemon if he walks over stuff on the stairs…. Watermelon if he leaves toothpaste in the sink. It could be a RAINBOW OF TORTURE!! (ok, the excitement got the best of me …. breath….. just breath……)
So…. I waited each and every day for my surprise to arrive in the mail. As days passed and it didn’t arrive, I began to accuse hubby of absconding with my surprise since it was guaranteed to have negative effects on him.
Day one passed – no surprise yet……
Day two passed – “Hubby, did you get a package for me today?” “Nope”
Day three passed – “Hubby, are you sure you’re not hiding a package for me” “Nope”
Day four passed – “I’m sure you’ve received the package and you’ve already destroyed it’s contents….” “Nope”
Day five passed – Hmmmmm…. I wonder what they are sending me……???
And then, one day, I head out to the mailbox to find a manila envelope.
I come skipping into the house… “It’s arrived! It’s arrived!” And, when I open the envelope I find that Marino’s sent me the perfect uniform AND the necessary tools of a Aversion Therapist (aka Torturer).
I’m equipped with just about everything I need for months of training..
And even some words of encouragement from my accomplices!!
(They’ve written on the envelope “Keep Up The Good Work!”)
Lemme practice a little……
- “You’re not gonna put those shoes on the table are you??? Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape
- “You forgot to take out the garbage” Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape
- “I found 6 empty soda cans in the basement today” Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape
Ahhhhhh hubby…… it’s gonna be a L O N G time until you can rest easy……………………..
Thank you Marino’s! (and hubby thanks you too…. even if he isn’t willing to say it just yet…….just gimme some time with my wooden spoons and he’ll be thanking you before you know it!)