We refinanced our home this morning – a decision my wife made to save us a bundle over the remaining years of our loan. She’s a financial genius and I play guitar.
A notary pulled up a chair at our kitchen table and walked us through the stack of paperwork, handing us page after page to sign and date. He explained the purpose of every document; the meaning of every acronym, legal and financial term. To Becky. While I just sat there apparently looking like someone who wouldn’t care about or comprehend such things.
Which is true.
I’m a singer guy who knows only enough to marry a woman who has a graduate degree in finance. I recommend this course of action to all singer guys reading this right now. Marry someone more attractive, responsible, organized and smart than you. This will be easier than you might imagine. You do have a guitar after all.
My wife’s a freakin CPA. (Freakin CPAs are a whole ‘nother advanced class of CPAs, by the way. It goes regular CPA, danged ol’ CPA, dadgum CPA, freakin CPA. In that order.)
She must exude competence in all things financial. This means I’m left out of the simplest financial transactions by others who intuitively discern my lack of financial aptitude. Everyday transactions. Like signing a receipt at a restaurant.
It’s my name on the credit card. I’m the one who hands the credit card to the server. But it never fails, the server returns to the table and hands the receipt to her – the only one at the table who looks capable of calculating a tip and signing her name.
At the end of the closing today, the notary says to me, “So, are you a musician?”
Gotcha. Loud and clear, sir. Was it that obvious? I tried to look like I understood every word. I really did. What gave me away? It was the great haircut wasn’t it?
“Yes,” Becky said, “that was it.”
“I wanna look smart too,” I said.
“Just sit there and look pretty,” she said. And with that she gave my backside a pat and walked away.
Works for me.
Melody says:
Hahahahaha! That’s awesome. In my marriage, it’s the other way around. I’m the musician (wife) and my soon-to-be hubs is the financial brains. Weird, right? Who knew men could handle money? ;P
rhonda says:
That was awesome:)
rebecca says:
love it!!
Kristy says:
I can totally relate to this since we also recently refinanced our mortgage. I’m a “dadgum” CPA and my mechanical engineer husband, with no knowledge of financial terms, sat there trying to look like he knew what was going on. We ended up having a discussion in the parking lot afterwards about the definition of loan amount, principal payments, interest over the life of the loan, etc. Even with the new truth in lending disclosures he was confused!
Bobbie says:
That is hilarious
Lance says:
I enjoyed reading this. Your professional bed head has its perks.
Kiriseth says:
Too funny! Becky sounds awesome!
cshell says:
…OR, he saw on your application that your occupations was “musician” ๐
I do mortgage’s for a living…rates are crazy good…sounds like you are in good hands!
Shaun Groves says:
See now, it takes a smart person to even realize that question is on the forms. My wife filled ’em out ; )
And yes, our rate is crazy good now: 4.375
Wow.
Lindsay @ Not2Us.net says:
This is easily and by far my favorite post of yours. Ever. (Excluding the Compassion and Social Justice related posts.)
And the picture? Priceless.
NancyTyler says:
Arm candy.
Shaun Groves says:
How’d you know my middle name?
NancyTyler says:
Googled it. Wasn’t sure if you hyphenated or not though.
Shaun Groves says:
Only on legal documents.
Jackalynn says:
I read the whole thing and all I got from it was “Arm Candy” thus leading me to believe that the whole post was about cannibalism but I figure Compassion would look down upon someone like Mr. Groves as being a person of such a culture but then again it would frighten away would be wooers should it be highly publisized. Unless those wooers were cannibals. What’s Arm Candy again?
Jackalynn says:
Publicized, I meant publicized. My bad. What’s “Arm Candy” again?
NancyTyler says:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=arm%20candy
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Gloria says:
Hmmm…we keep wishing one of us would have been one of those “first born” types in our marriage. nope. We’re both “youngests”. We also think it would have been handy if one of us was a financial guru type. nope. Oh well, 24 years and no financial ruin yet…but we just might be working at your local discount retailer handing out stickers to the kiddies and giving you a cart when the rest of the folks our age are traveling & retired.
Kelly says:
I’m the finance girl in our house. Scott always complains that he hasn’t seen a checkbook since we got married.
jen says:
Well, at least you know that your rate is crazy good now! That’s somethin’!
Hilarious post!
JonWesley says:
LOL That is great. I have to say, I thought I was blessed to be a musician with a wife who is gifted in hospitality and baking (note the belly, EXCELLENT baker!) But a FREAKIN’ CPA, you can be as pretty as you WANT to be. Aren’t wives awesome? God IS good!
JonWesley says:
PS. it’s “BLOGspot” not “bloodspot”. Don’t you love spellcheck? Grr…..
Jeff Jensen says:
Know your roll… er , I mean Role
Sarah says:
LOVE IT!
Kris says:
I suppose I wouldn’t be a good candidate for a musician. I can barely balance my check account, and it is never pretty when I do.
owlhaven says:
Oh, Shaun, you are hilarious: “This will be easier than you think. You have a guitar, after all.”
Lol, thanks for sharing
Mary
Michael Patterson says:
Arm Candy. I love it!. Yes, Shaun, I am the arm candy in my house, too. *wink, wink*
Pamm Muzslay says:
Yup, laughing ourselves silly at the breakfast table this mornin’! No financial gurus here at Casa St. Michael, but I do love being married to some arm candy!
Grins,
Pamm
EMBG says:
LOL. Love it! Thanks for your humility ๐