So… the wife is sitting on the bed, looking through her phone for something *stupid and telling asking me to grab the sweatshirt on the chair and return it to its rightful owner.

*(Stupid is a biased assumption on my part, I’ll own that. I’m kinda grumpy right now.)

An hour later, I have yet to deliver the sweatshirt, I get the following text…

Okay, I’ll admit that there are a few ways I could have alleviated the confusion.

1. I could have slapped the phone from her hand and told her to focus on the conversation she was having. I mean only giving me half her focus was OBVIOUSLY wrong on my part.
2. I could have had her do it herself because women love doing things themselves.
3. I could have sung a little song while folding the sweatshirt in front of her. “Oh what a pretty little brown sweatshirt I am a folding… Ei-I-Ei-I-Ohhh…”
4. I could have noticed the other item in the chair, and being untrusting of women’s logic, questioned her sanity. My bad.
5. I could have grabbed both items. Isn’t two always better than one?
6. I could have MIND READ that she would set me up and forgive her ahead of time by alleviating my act of stupidity.

This then brings me to that sexist comment, “Happy wife, happy life.”

Or the better version, “Sane wife? I want one in my life?”

“Happy spouse, happy house?” is the better version. Where either party can make mistakes and POSSIBLY OWN WHEN THEY MESS UP? I messed up by not mind reading, unfolding the other item because I don’t trust her, and not slapping her phone out of her hand.

MY BAD

Okay, I’m starting to feel better now, much of my spouse-stration has been vented.

😛

Tootles all

🙂