Does anybody else have a husband who morphs into a little kid when they get new to them electronics? Due to a a bit of luck (and a fluke) S has come to own a Play Station 3. I've successfully avoided buying said machine for him for quite some time. And then he came home with a box...and a look in his eye. That look that screams "PLEASE DON'T COME LOOK IN THE BOX". You know....
THAT look.
So in a great exchange for helping a friend with some work, S walked away with the guys PS3 and a ton of games. Good deal since it only took him 3 hours of helping the friend (all my economics about the time value of money seems to be working for him!).
I digress.....my evening has been spent repeating every conversation we are trying to have 3 times as he's engrossed in his toy. I'm not complaining (although I suppose it sounds like this), but I actually find it rather amusing at the 3 steps to making S listen to me.
Step 1 - I start the conversation (ie/dinner is ready). I think this step is purely a warmup for wives. Kind of a test drive to use a car metaphor. You know, decide if "dinners ready" is really what you wanted to say. Maybe you meant to say "look dear, I'm naked!"
Step 2 - This is when you think perhaps your husband has become hard of hearing over night. It happens. So you walk a little closer and repeat "Hon, dinner is ready". At this point, you have not gained auditory access to your husband. You have visual stimulation only (yes, men are visual). They have seen you in their peripheral vision. They have registered somewhere in the back of their brains that their BETTER half has breached the no contact zone. So they look at you and smile.
Now ladies, do NOT be fooled by this smile. It is not, I repeat not, a smile that acknowledges what you have said to them. It is the smile of recognition. Much like what you do when an old 2 Live Crew song (if you are a teen of the 90's) comes on the radio when you are in the car. You smile and nod your head...yeah I remember this! This is what your husband is doing. Allowing that he recognized you and yeah..{nods head}, he remembers he liiiiiiiiiikes you.
So you walk away again thinking that against all odds you have made contact in under 3 steps.
Step 3 - this is the important step. This is the contact point where it's now or never - either they respond, or they are a lost cause. I suggest taking a measure that is somewhere between June Cleaver, "Honey, dinner is getting cold", Betty Boop (short skirt and heels in front of them) and the Uma Thurman character in Kill Bill (you know, the yellow pantsuit girl with the gun). You will know which level works best on your man.
As for S, he is usually a step up from the June Cleaver level - a little more forceful (think Claire Huxtable) and he will be up and at 'em - but I have been know to break out the Betty Boop and Kill Bill on his ass occasionally ;)
Once you have their attention, feed them this excellent Caesar Potato Salad that was in this months Bon Appetit magazine. If you like caesar salad dressing, or are looking for a non-mayonnaise potato salad, this one is for you!

You can find the recipe
HERE.