Only two reasons why I married the right person.
1. Because my husband, not usually one to pay any attention to silly holidays, gave me a Valentine’s Day gift of chocolates that were in a box made of chocolate, causing me to eat every single chocolate and then the box--and then, smeared with choco-leavings, whoop and yawp as I tore ass up and down the length of our apartment for the next six hours.
2. Because later in the day he grabbed the pink-and-white ribbon that had festooned the box, wrapped it around his head, cried out, “I’m Pretty Rambo!” and then pretended to machine-gun the living room. “I’m so pretty!”
It was quite funny. Especially if you’ve just eaten 37 chocolates.
oh my gosh that is freakin hilarious!
Posted by: Lou | February 13, 2005 at 11:38 PM
Third reason: those aren't just *any* chocolates. I got mall chocolate. Sigh.
Posted by: Weeze | February 14, 2005 at 07:57 AM
Those two reasons alone are plenty. I want my own Pretty Rambo to buy me chocolate, but I'll probably have to settle for Drummer Nerd Dude, unfestooned by ribbons, taking me out to dinner. Not funny and there's no chocolate involved, but what're you gonna do?
Posted by: Jane | February 14, 2005 at 09:00 AM
I just discovered your blog and I loved this story!
I'll be back for more.
Pretty Rambo! Hilarious.
Posted by: Nicole | February 14, 2005 at 09:03 AM
I hate leaving comments where I jsut say, HAAAAAAAA.
But here it is.
Posted by: MelissaS | February 14, 2005 at 09:26 AM
That's awesome. I can totally picture him doing Pretty Rambo. I still have a faint bruise from when Henry attacked my knee with his train station, by the way, though I consider it a mark of love.
I'm spending my Valentine's Day with Samantha, Carrie, Charlotte, and Miranda.
Posted by: debl | February 14, 2005 at 10:15 AM
That's awesome. I can totally picture him doing Pretty Rambo. I still have a faint bruise from when Henry attacked my knee with his train station, by the way, though I consider it a mark of love.
I'm spending my Valentine's Day with Samantha, Carrie, Charlotte, and Miranda.
Posted by: debl | February 14, 2005 at 10:15 AM
This pretty rambo amuses me.
Posted by: Kelly AKA Fat Housewife | February 14, 2005 at 10:41 AM
awesome. i am going to cherish the image in my head of this misadventure for at least the next twenty or thirty minutes, if not straight through into lunchtime.
Posted by: wix | February 14, 2005 at 10:58 AM
HA! Pretty Rambo. That is funny shit.
Posted by: sac | February 14, 2005 at 11:39 AM
And here I was, ten straight days without thinking of Rambo. Damn you!
Posted by: Mrs. Kennedy | February 14, 2005 at 02:26 PM
Heee Heee! I can just imagine my ding-dong husband doing much the same. Although his version went something like this:
Him: You like zee roses.No?
Me: They're gorgeous.
Him: Ahagh-haghn-haghn (that's his retarded french accent)
Me: (rolling eyes and sighing dramatically)
Him: (Plucking a rose and inserting in his mouth.) Shall we rumba?
I'll take Rambo anyday.
Posted by: FabGirlie | February 14, 2005 at 03:19 PM
"pretty rambo" is hilarious. he sounds like my husband, but funnier.
Posted by: part-timer | February 14, 2005 at 05:33 PM
FabGirlie... Are you sure we don't share a husband? Because my husband does that exact same outrageous french accent. Though you spelled it much more expressively than I would have managed.
Though my husband would never ask me to dance on a whim, so maybe not.
Posted by: Liz | February 14, 2005 at 07:32 PM
You two sound like you have so much fun!
Posted by: groovebunny | February 15, 2005 at 11:15 AM
There are chocolates that come in a chocolate box? And here I was licking the inside of my plain old cardboard heart box after all the chocolates had been consumed by myself in 2.5 seconds.
Posted by: Very Mom | February 15, 2005 at 02:39 PM
All I can think is, "That's where adorable Henry must get it" It sounds just like a grown-up Henry.
Posted by: Mia C. | February 15, 2005 at 06:45 PM
I think Pretty Rambo would be hilarious even if you WEREN'T hopped up on sugar and caffeine.
Posted by: melhope | February 16, 2005 at 03:36 PM
Laughing till there were tears. Which is why I try not to read you at work.
Posted by: emma | February 16, 2005 at 10:50 PM
Wow. That sounds wonderful and yet very, very odd.
For Valentine's Day, I went to see Hitch with my two best friends. Nothing says romance like three extremely single women watching a romantic comedy.
Posted by: DM | February 16, 2005 at 11:38 PM
my first born had blocked tear ducts and was in a constant state of yellow eyed goopiness. except for when we were in california OR at his grandmommie's house. the conclusion is as you suspect, i am a filthy wretch of a mother who should be shot at dawn.
will you join me?
an aside, how can california have been better for his little eyeballs? how? i ask you how?
Posted by: honestyrain | February 17, 2005 at 05:51 PM
how did i manage to put that comment in the wrong post? further proof that i am far too pathetic to live.
Posted by: honestyrain | February 17, 2005 at 05:53 PM
I have just one word for Pretty Rambo - awesome.
Way too hilarious!!!
Posted by: R | February 24, 2005 at 11:22 AM
OMW!! That was so funny, the visual is BLOWING MY MIND!!!
Posted by: eddo | March 09, 2005 at 12:09 PM