Happy Anniversary!

by Marinka on January 28, 2010

This week, I’ve been seething at Husbandrinka. Because every night, he is out at some event. “And,” John reminds me, “he had that deluxe steak dinner at Wolfgang’s on Friday night, while you stayed home and had Domino’s with the kids.” I’m really lucky to have a gay best friend like John, because it’s hard to keep track of my grudges by myself.
Last night was the final straw.
Husbandrinka returned from our favorite restaurant, after enjoying a light dinner and martinis with visiting-from-Paris-friends (yes, the friends who have a view of the Eiffel Tower from their living room), and told me that his martini wasn’t as chilled as he thought it should be.
“Don’t start with me,” I said, and paused Millionaire Matchmaker. “I’m seething at you.”
“Why?” He asked, all innocent-eyed.
“Because every night you’ve been out, wining and dining and enjoying, while I’m stuck at home like some kind of a house slave.”
“A slave who has premium cable?”
“I don’t think Bravo is premium, I think it’s just a plus.”
“Most of the nights, I was out for work.”
“Okay.”
“Is that why you’re mad.”
“No,” I lied. Because I didn’t want to sound petty. “I’m also deeply upset and offended that today was the anniversary of liberation of Auschwitz and you did absolutely nothing to commemorate it.”
“I didn’t know that it was an anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz,” Husbandrinka told me and I became momentarily concerned because he had actually visited Auschwitz, so I was under threat of him telling me about it and somehow gaining moral advantage.
“Well, maybe if you spent a little less time ‘working’ and a little more time on Twitter, you’d know these things.”
Point made.

And then I wondered if Hallmark made Auschwitz liberation cards, whether The Checkout Girl would file them under “Congratulations!” or “With Sympathy”.

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Ann's Rants January 28, 2010 at 9:14 am

Way to one-two-punch (seething + holocaust guilt)

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Vicki
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January 28, 2010 at 9:27 am

The Holocaust gets ’em every time. I’ve actually made the effort to visit Auschwitz so that every time Mr. B brings up something anti-Semitic, I mention the feeling I had when I stood in the ovens. But it doesn’t work so well since we are both Jewish. You win.

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Keyona
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January 28, 2010 at 9:39 am

That’s a way to get em girl! 🙂

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Wendi
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January 28, 2010 at 10:31 am

Well, that explains why the Millionaire Matchmaker had two Jewish guys on it last night.

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MommyTime
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January 28, 2010 at 10:32 am

Did you hear “The Story” on NPR last night? About Eve Cor, who survived Auschwitz, and who very late in life interviewed a Nazi doctor and decided that to get past her own anger, she needed to find it in her heart to forgive him. After he went back to Auschwitz (at her urging) to testify to what he’d witnessed there, she wanted to thank him — and she went to Hallmark looking for an appropriate card to send. I am not kidding. Unsurprisingly, she did not find one and ended up writing him a letter instead. But seriously? Like Hallmark might have a section of Forgiveness cards that victims of genocide, kidnapping, and other atrocities could frequent? Okay, I know I’m getting all serious at what was a light-hearted post, and I do apologize for that. I don’t mean to be too serious. Just highly baffled.

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Elise January 28, 2010 at 10:47 am

I love her, the Millionaire Matchmaker!

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Angie January 28, 2010 at 10:51 am

Yo Dobby – while I sympathize with the seeting, you lost me after I read that you had Dominoes. You live in NYC. Get some real pizza!

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Marinka January 28, 2010 at 11:02 am

That was definitely part of the problem. Young Ladrinka insists on Dominoes. Blech.

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Crys January 28, 2010 at 11:03 am

The NERVE! How could he NOT remember?!?!?! Well, at least you got Domino’s…

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Wendy
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January 28, 2010 at 11:05 am

I too am sad about your pizza. That’s just not right. Who even let Dominoes into NYC?

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Heather, Queen of Shake Shake January 28, 2010 at 1:10 pm

Are you sure there wasn’t a mix up in the nursery when Ladrinka was born? Like, they swapped your New York baby for a New Jersey baby, or something?

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kiki
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January 28, 2010 at 1:47 pm

i hope you at least ordered “brooklyn style” pizza from D’s. in a pinch, it is what we will order. it’s the closet thing to semi-decent. we are northeast pizza snobs and good pizza is hard to come by in the south.
i love holding grudges on my husband. actually, we had an argument earlier and i was able to bring up a past argument and relate to our current one. he got apologetic real quick. take care.

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SoccerMom January 28, 2010 at 2:06 pm

That seemed totally unfair. I think you should of ordered your pizza from like lets say Chicago, to even out things. Your kids would still get pizza, but it would of been an amazing Chicago deep dish pizza. That would teach him a lesson.

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Coco
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January 28, 2010 at 3:56 pm

Your Mother has taught you the guilt game well. LOL. There were times the hubs got to go on fabulous trips for work but I couldn’t go because of a. the kids or b. my work. It sucked.

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Antonia January 28, 2010 at 5:00 pm

I sympathize with you; nothing like eating Pizza while the husband is out on “work related” dinners. However, unlike your husband mines has a young boy pallette, Pizza being in his top 5 list! No joke, it’s Spaghetti, Pizza, HotDogs, Tacos (plain) and Hamburgers (plain)….

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anna see January 28, 2010 at 5:17 pm

Nice job with the guilt.

When I was pregnant w/ my daughter, I was left home w/ a broken rib, a 2yr old, and a bad, bad cold while my husband went to Paris. I wasn’t too thrilled when he told me about the huge cheese wheel and the fine wines. Nice.

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Gretchen January 28, 2010 at 5:18 pm

They say (not sure who “they” are) that Domino’s has a new and improved recipe.

Just saying.

Maybe the card would just say “Mazel Tov!”

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Cathy January 28, 2010 at 6:41 pm

I love reading your blog because it’s like a glimpse into a different land — well, different from northwest Alabama, at least, where husbands who go out to be wined and dined every night would come home to find all their earthly goods piled up in the driveway. Plus, I don’t know what Millionaire Matchmaker is. But the Domino’s is the same. Everywhere.

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the mama bird diaries
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January 28, 2010 at 8:41 pm

It is shameful that he is forcing you to live such a life of squalor while he is out wining and dining.

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Kate Coveny Hood
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January 29, 2010 at 1:56 am

First people in your house don’t finish bagels and THEN they order pizza from DOMINOS??? IN NYC? I think you need an intervention. Are there food specialists for that sort of thing? Perhaps you could consult your sources on Twitter.

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Alexis January 29, 2010 at 8:56 am

ummm its amazing to hear another woman express how i feel ALL THE TIME! every week my hub comes home exhausted and full after a business meeting at Bouley. Or The Harrison. Or Il Cantinori. seriously? I’m eating eggs or annie’s frozen entrees. seriously? ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

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Anna Lefler
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January 29, 2010 at 2:54 pm

Can a Methodist use that Auschweitz line?

‘Cuz that’s good stuff.

A.

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Elisa
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January 29, 2010 at 4:22 pm

Girl, you’ve got to use things to your advantage. For instance, when he said his martini wasn’t as chilled as he’d like, instead of jumping up from the sofa and strangling him with his own tie, as was probably your first instinct (as would have been mine) you should have asked him to demonstrate how the martini should have REALLY been prepared by making you one. And since he was up already, would he be a darling and make that a margarita instead.

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thecheckoutgirl
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January 29, 2010 at 5:53 pm

A slave who has premium cable AND a fur coat. God, it’s like he doesn’t get you at all. I’m sorry about your gilded cage, pretty bird.

p.s.- Omigosh I love your blog and now I’m in your blog and I think this is what the kids call “meta” but whatever it is it’s blowing my mind!

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GrandeMocha
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January 29, 2010 at 10:26 pm

Guilt can be highly profitable.

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Carolyn Online
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January 30, 2010 at 9:30 am

Twitter is like your own personal Encyclopedia Brittanica.

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