These past few months have been hectic to say the least. One daughter graduating from college, two out of four grandchildren who stay ill a lot of the time, and of course the usual spats that our girls have with their sweeties.
Now these are just the highlights of what’s been going on since the first of the year but I think you get it. There are other things as well and although there are other things as well and although they are no less important those are things that most of you can relate to.
I’ve had several issues with several companies regarding my work, all of which I’ve won, that have taken up a lot of my time and effort. I’ve been trying to get a small book put together that will start out as a few eBook and regardless of how big it is or what the price on it is it’s still a lot of work.
As I said there are more but going into them would just result in another one of my famous rants and I’m really not in the mood for that right now.
I think I’ll focus on the one thing that leaves me not knowing whether to laugh or scream, the spats. I have told my girls over and over again that guys are dumb. Sorry guys but you are. I sometimes think how many marriages could be saved if men would just learn to keep their mouths shut and get with the program.
Men can do something so sweet and seemingly thoughtful then they open their mouths and bam, down the drain all your efforts go. Telling your wife or girlfriend how good she looks then turn around in the same sentence and add, ‘have you put on weight?’ is not a good thing. Unless the lady of your life has been seriously ill and is trying to put weight on that is never a good thing to say and even then I wouldn’t make bet on it. If your lady is in a foul mood passing it off to her as her going through PMS is not good and Lord help you if you add the word ‘just’ to it is going to result in the hammer of doom coming down on your head and you deserve it. I’m going to add the word ‘just’ here myself, JUST SHUT UP.’
I really love the ones who never shut up. You guys will go on and on about whatever the hell you’re interested in or is affecting your job, friends, favorite sport, or the damn asshole who nearly ran you off the road but you neglect to listen when the lady is talking. Hell most of the times we have to ask you three times about something before you answer us.
Now here’s the real kicker. I know with my husband, yes that little angel is guilty of these things too, when I need him to talk he shuts up like a damn clam. The one that really gets me is the ‘where do you want to go to dinner’? You have no idea how much I hate that question.
Buddy. “Where do you want to go to dinner?” Yes he is the one to ask first and the nightmare begins.
Me. “What do you feel like eating hon?” No I’m not trying to be difficult here.
Buddy. “I don’t know, what do you want?” Now I could go on from here drawing this out forever and a day but I’ll keep it fairly short and simple. We have spent thirty or more minutes, sometimes if it’s for something special it can take days, with me naming off different places until I hit on where he wants to go. This isn’t just, yes there’s that word again, occasionally but every damn time. I’ve talked to other women about this and they go through the same damn thing with their men. What the hell is your problem guys? This isn’t just with dinner. This happens any time we decide to do anything, take a vacation, a day trip, hell just going to the damn store.
I think that secretly guys want to see how far they can push us before we lose it and pick up something and pound them to death.
The weapon below is the one I would pick up.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?