My wife’s colleagues at the library – all females in their 30’s with very strong opinions that they feel free to express since they live in America and not some fundamentalist country where their mouths would be covered with a head dressing – now think I am some kind of vicious animal – the nerve of them! They are wrong. I am a nice husband; a decent guy. I am being tarred and feathered over nothing by a gaggle of women who... Just a second: “Honey, make me a cup of coffee right now.” You see my wife made a list of things she wanted to buy for a trip we are taking. So on Friday she went out to buy them. The voicy females at her job wanted to know why I didn’t split the list with her and help her buy this stuff – the nerve of them! My wife said to them, “Because he doesn’t want to.” That should have ended the conversation because…Hold up a second, “Woman, the coffee hasn’t been brought to me yet. Get a move on!” Where was I? Oh, yes. Why do I have to stop the important work of writing stuff very few people will ever read to go out and buy stuff – that I don’t want – that my wife put on her list? That sounds… A moment, “Listen, you brought me the coffee but you let some of it spill over the side. How many times have I told you to walk more carefully? Now bring this back and make sure the cup is full and no more coffee spills out. Geesh.” You’d think she’d learn after all these years. I am good around the house. If my wife cooks I eat what she cooks. I always allow her to be in charge of putting the dishes in the dishwasher and then when they are done I let her be in charge of putting them away in the cabinets. I let her be in charge of cleaning the house. I let her be in charge of doing the laundry. I mean look at all the things I let her be in charge of. Yet, somehow or other I am a beast, a rotten, crummy… Man, oh man, just a second. “Dear, would you peal me a grape? I want it perfect, not crushed in any way like you did last night. Oh, and bring me my slippers.” And then I woke up. “You know,” said my wife. “Next time I make a list to go shopping, you will take half of it. I shouldn’t have to do a whole list myself.” “Yes, dear,” I said. “And don’t forget to do the laundry today.” “Yes, dear,” I said. A man can dream can’t he?
Posted on: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 10:48:06 +0000
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