Some one remind me to turn off the hindi script thingy later...but right now I'm husband bashing.
Why are men so eager to build? Why can they not wait until the appropriate time to build? Whats so damn hard about leaving the new deck canopy in the box until the weather complied? Could he not hear me repeating, in a mantra like fashion, "NOAA is calling for high winds and rain storms all weekend."? It's a HUGE canopy. It even covers half the hot tub!! If it were to take flight, one could easily mistake it for a small, square, hot air balloon.
NOAA was right. It stormed. It winded. Alot. Guess where the canopy is now? In a pile of metal pipes and netting on the deck. All over the deck. And hot tub. men....
Why are men so eager to tease?
Husband drug me to Home Depot to "visualize" our new master bedroom components & concepts. We deffinately are envisioning different rooms. Keep in mind this man is aware that I have been buying peices for this new room for 3 years. A beautifull Farm bed, an antique mirror, floor lamps, plank tables, wing back chairs, etc. He's aware. He takes me to this gawd aweful display of uber cheap laminant wood grain stuff. Its beyond hideous. He takes one look at my face and knows he's made a terrible error. I gaze longingly at the stone tile display at the opposit side of the flooring section. There it is. The reds and golds and blues are tantalizing. His eyes follow mine. He quickly affects the booboo face. He fights dirty.
I've been ROCK BLOCKED!
I bartered down to a temporary faux wood plank style of almost uber cheap laminant, with the condition that it will have a 4 year limit of being underfoot.
It was the booboo face.
He knows his wife, after 17 years, sorta....
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My wife and I are hip deep in a remodeling project that, like some kind of cancer, is threatening to masticize and engulf the entire block.
ReplyDeleteAfter our minor disagreement on the floor tiles escalated into a poison tipped knife fight, we determined that I had the floor and SHE had the walls.
I feel for your man problems. I am fortunate to have become exceedingly wise about 15 years ago--well, I say I became wise. It's not my personal wisdom, per se, it's adjunct wisdom, a kind of exterior drive kind of wisdom, embodied in the body of my wife. Once she made it clear that she was a) an order of magnitude smarter than me, and b) in charge, I haven't had any trouble making decisions since. I just decide to do something and my wife either ignores me (proceed) or stabs me in the kidney (please reschedule for a more considerate date).
It's been great ever since.
at least the cancer kills you, outright, not like procrastination, that eeeks out the life giving vitea of love.
ReplyDeleteahh, marriage, it aint for the faint of heart!