The other day I posted our family pictures we had taken.
All of your comments over them were sweet and made me smile. And even though I told you not to, some of you still threw around words like “gorgeous” and “will you pose in my family pictures.”
But I’m not mad.
I guess when you’ve got it, you’ve got it.
Although I was a little surprised over the fact that the only comment I did NOT receive was a comment on how tall The Lazy Dad is. And maybe that’s because it was hard to tell in the pictures I chose, but believe me folks when I say he’s tall.
As in 6’5″ tall.
When I first looked at our family pictures I felt like I looked like one of the kids. Because I’m short.
As in 5’4″ short.
So yeah, I definitely married up. Literally.
Now, there’s definitely some pluses to being married to a tall guy….
- He can not only reach what’s on top of the refrigerator, but he can see what’s on top of the refrigerator.
- I don’t have to have a step stool in the kitchen because I have him to get things down for me.
- He can dust the ceiling fans easily (although I’m pretty sure he chooses not to).
- He can change light bulbs without a ladder.
- I can’t tuck in the top sheet of our bed because his feet hang off the bed.
- He makes “short” jokes often such as…
- How’s the weather down there?
- I was your height once and I didn’t like it so I kept growing.
- No thanks, no coffee for me, I’d hate to stunt my growth.
- He can see the top of my head and has been known to say in PUBLIC places, “Oh my, you may need to start dying your hair, you’ve got some gray showing.”
But the main thing, the MAIN thing that I have to “put up with” being married to someone so much taller than me has to do with a bathroom fixture.
Namely, the shower head.
When we moved into our house we literally ripped the bathroom out, including the plumbing in the tub/shower. We mainly did that so that we could move the shower head up for Mr. Tall Guy. Because those of you who are married to tall people probably run into this problem, the shower heads are always too low for them.
So we ripped out the plumbing and moved the shower head up. A lot. As in, to the point where I have to stand on my tip toes to move the shower head facing down.
Because even though we moved the shower head up, The Lazy Dad still “has” to point the shower head up in order for him to take an “adequate” shower.
One day I was telling my friend about this problem. “You know what the most annoying part is about us having such a tall shower head?” I said to her.
“What? The fact that the water is cold by the time it hits you?”
“Um, no. The fact that I have to stand on my tip toes to move the shower head facing down every single day of my life.”
I know, poor me.
But seriously folks, I don’t think you fully understand the perils of a shower head being pointed up to a short person. Because if I forget to point the shower head down, and I get in the shower with it that way, I look like a person trying to drink water from a fire hydrant.
Or I look a little like this…
Yup. That’s how perilous getting into my shower is for me if’n I forget to point the shower head down.
But even though this daily peril does exist in my short little world, I’m glad I married up.
I guess he’s worth facing near death experiences every day.