October is a really rough month for me as my dad’s birthday is smack in the middle of it, so today I am taking a break for the dad stories to bring you a flashback from my days as a Navy wife.
I am pretty sure you all know, but if you don’t, my husband served six years in the Navy.
Which means I served six years as a Navy wife, which is no small feat.
Jeremy’s ship was gone more days than it was home and so the community of wives from his ship was something that was needed.
You become friends with people that in any other life you probably wouldn’t be friends with. These women are your lifeline. You knew that you could count on them no matter what because they got it, they understood, and they were always there.
When the ship was on one of its deployments, a group of us gals decided to have weekly dinners together to
drink lots of wine let the kids play and have some laughs.
One particular dinner we were at my friend Sally’s* house for pasta night.
The jar of sauce was stubborn. We smacked it, ran it under hot water, tapped the top of it with a butter knife.
No matter what we did that stupid jar of sauce would not open.
All of the sudden a lightbulb went off and I asked Sally if she had a rubber husband.
All of the room just stopped and everyone looked at Sally.
Sally’s face was red. Her jaw had dropped. She started to stammer out words that we couldn’t quite understand.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity she said very sternly to me, “Heather, I just don’t see how that is any of your business and how this relates to this at all!” as she gestures to the whole kitchen filled with women.
I was shocked and I am sure that my jaw hit the floor, you know after I realized what she was talking about.
I happened to look down into the open drawer next to me and lo and behold…..the rubber husband!
I grabbed it out of the drawer, snatched the jar of sauce from another friend’s hand, opened the jar and proclaimed, “THIS is a rubber husband!” and walked out of the kitchen laughing so hard.
As I walked out of the room I heard a roar of laughter and poor Sally defending herself.
You learn lots of things when you are lumped together with people from all over the country, but none was ever as funny as learning that little tidbit of information.
*Sally’s name really wasn’t Sally, you had to know that when I put the * next to it…right?