Oh My God, I hate my husband at this moment.
We still have the big pavilion up from Bea's party this past weekend, and yesterday I asked him if we should be taking the cover down, at least, because today its supposed to be gale force winds bringing in a big-ass storm.
Naturally, women never can read a radar screen, or put two and two together, so my question was pooh-poohed. "Oh, it won't be anything to worry about," he assured me.
So here it is, Wednesday, and the frigging wind is taking the whole tent-thing up in the air, shoving it into the side of the house, and catching plant hooks that hang from the soffit.
How about now, honey? Would now be a good time to take the GD thing down? Now that you're at work, and I have to be back at school in an hour - yeah, that's the perfect time, isn't it?
Guess what I did on my lunch break? That's right - took down a giant 20' plus tent, all by my lonesome.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...adrenaline is a powerful thing - I got that sucker down faster by myself, than it took the three men to put it up. Nothing like rage to impel you.
Ask me if I'm making dinner tonight...go ahead, ask me.
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I prefer open-ended questions: What are you going to cook for dinner tonight?
(sprinting away before the flame thrower comes out!)
Whew. Breathe. :)
I see dinner out in our future. I'll drive, you cocktail.
Men.... pass the beer nuts.
God be with him if HE asks what's for dinner tonight. I recommend taking a position in the comfiest chair with a big-ass book, ignoring the dinner hour completely. Don't forget the tall fruity drink.
See how long before he responds.
oh good grief. i can so relate to this story.
How 'bout you respond, "Dinner? Oh, it won't be anything to worry about....."
Then head out the door.
Turnabout is fair play, or so I'm often told when I do a bad man thing like that (which, in my defense, isn't often, but, well, we're just hard wired that way, so it kinda happens sometimes...)
I am afraid....
In my mind I see little angry grey clouds or exclamation points floating over your head (like they use in anime) as you take down the tent. I'd tell you it's a funny picture, but then you might kick my ass too. :)
Use this to your advantage - whatever the worst possible chore ever in your house is... It now belongs to your husband.
Yeah, the men they are so smart. So all-knowing. So unquestionable. Unshakable. Silly you to try to interject an ounce of logic.
So silly.
Don't you know some good pagan chant you can throw his way?? ;)
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