Gimme some sugar

windshield washer fluid

Growing up in the south, the simple word “sugar” had so many meanings. It was that syrupy layer on the bottom of a jug of sweet tea, and it was the pet name all your aunties called you, and well, everyone else, even the Pastor.

“Sugar” was the kisses your sweetheart gave when no one was looking, and what he whispered in your ear to tell you how much he loved you.

Since both my husband and I are originally from the south (you can’t really count Florida as south, it’s sort of a whole region all its own), we know all about sugar. Being OLD married people, our version of sugar has changed over the years.

Our sweet talk has matured. It’s no longer merely gratuitous compliments, it’s deeper than that, it’s an appreciation for the little things that otherwise get lost in our daily routine.

I let my sweetheart know how much I love him, by telling him, ‘thank you,” for the incidental things he does for me, things that I may have taken for granted when we were first married.

During a recent, and rare, day out running errand together, the Mister had the occasion to use the sprayer on the car windshield wipers, which reminded me that the washer reservoir had been empty. Noticing it no longer was, I thanked him for refilling it for me.

He in turn remarked on how often he has to do that, noting that I use an inordinate amount of washer fluid, more than any normal person should.

“You use wiper fluid to get tailgaters to back off, don’t you?” He really is quite brilliant. “I knew that was why you go through a shit ton of washer fluid.”

“I’m not gesturing, or swearing or driving erratically,” hoping to defend myself. “Why have it if you’re not going to use it? It’s not like it costs a lot.”

So, it’s come down to this. When my sweetheart wants to tell me how much he loves me, he makes sure I have enough blue soap suds to repel asshat drivers, and I show him how much I love him by refraining from running said asshat drivers off the road.

This week’s Studio30 Plus theme is “give me some sugar,” and/or “serendipity.”

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13 thoughts on “Gimme some sugar

  1. Memaw, my 93 year old home health client who passed away last year, called EVERYONE “Sugar”. I’m pretty sure it’s because she couldn’t remember their name, but still – adorable.
    I love those little gestures to show your love. However twisted they may be.


  2. I like this idea better than tapping my brakes. You are right about how us old married couples interact and communicate our appreciation. We smirk a lot more and tease than we probably did. We know when the other is kidding and serious. “Please” and “Thank you” go a long way for me. I really only need acknowledgement. Now if he will just acknowledge that he’s heard something…


  3. OMG I am going to start using the washer fluid to get rid of tailgaters. BRILLIANT.

    My parents have a client that is a lawyer, and one day he was in their office to have some bookkeeping handled. My Dad handed my Mom a form she needed and she went, “Thank you.” The lawyer stopped and went, “Wait. Now I get it.”

    Confused my parents asked him what he meant.

    “Thank you. You two appreciate each other. THAT’S how you can work together and be happily married so long.”

    They looked at each other and at him like he’d lost his mind. Thank you? Really?

    He said, “You don’t know how many divorces I’ve helped handle that could have been avoided by those two little words.”


  4. I go through an inordinate amount of washer fluid as well, and David always makes sure to fill it back up. I don’t know that I’ve ever taken the time to thank him for that, because it’s something he’s just always done, so I assume he’s going to. It IS the little things, the countless little things that we do for each other without drawing attention to them, the things that become second nature and that we sometimes forget to appreciate. You’ve reminded me to appreciate them. I thank you… and I know my husband will, too. 🙂


  5. YES. of course. IT is the Little things, it is. John will leave Law & order on, or tell me that Payless is having a sale, he will send me coupons for cupcakes and bring MILK up from the frig in the basement. If he brings the car into the garage, he transfers my notebooks, throw and pens…
    I always tell him I didn’t marry him for his good looks, I married him because he KNOWS me and loves me just the same. 🙂

    this was awesome. BTW, I love when people call me SUGAR.


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