Slips, Freudian and Strait Laced

This is too funny not to share.

My husband is strait laced.  He is honest.  He doesn't play mind games.  He doesn't have evil thoughts.  This man is as straight forward as they come.   He's also kind and fun.

We've both just barely entered a new decade of our lives, we've been married over 30 years, and our days have become a bit routine and predictable.

When the big slip happened, I was in the midst of suggesting that we stir things up.
"Remember when we lived in our first house, and you'd get up before me and write me a poem on the chalk board before you left for work?"

"The kids aren't around anymore, we could take walks on the water and feed the birds?"

"You could cook me a romantic meal."  At this suggestion he responded with, "Me?  Moi?  Cook?"

On the television Frasier had just said, "Oh, Niles get a grip!  You're not being asked to do anything that none of us hasn't done before in our own kitchens in our own homes.  Now quick, kill five eels."

Looking over at my darling hubby, while the sitcom Frasier gave way to a commercial break, I checked out his demeanor.  I turned the conversation a bit, gave it a curve ball,  with a reminder, "You know our anniversary is coming up soon?"

And, I kid you not, I'm not lying, this actually happened, I saw it, I saw it all.
HE SHIVERED!  From his head to his feet, he shivered!
His shoulders shivered first; that shiver traveled down his arms, down his chest and circled his waist.  His whole body did a "someone's just walked over my grave" cold chill!

His eyes looked at me and, he got that dismayed, disbelieving, "I didn't do that on purpose" look.

I busted a gut!  I laughed my head off!  I laughed and laughed and couldn't stop laughing.

Yet, the evening didn't end there.  Another slip, the Freudian type, was on it's way.

My right foot has had broken bones, dislocations, and hematomas.  I've been babying it for well over 6 months.  He's been very kind helping me prop it at night, bringing me the occasional drink, and giving me a hand when going down steps.

Tonight it was hurting from doing so much walking while out shopping.  I'd asked him to please bring in the pan from the bathtub that was full of hot water.   He was willing.  Yet, he made a slip of his tongue.

"Why?  Do-ya need to soak your head ... I mean foot!"