Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Day 126, September 26

When in the throes of menopause, I ask myself "Why?"  as in  "Why did this happen to me?"  When I voiced the question to my sometimes loving husband, he said, in the tone of the quintessential Jewish mother, "You would prefer the alternative?"  (The alternative being death, of course.)

The man just doesn't know when to leave well enough alone. 

Have you noticed that about husbands?  They don't know when to shut up.   At other times, they don't know when to open their mouths.  For example, you're wearing a new dress in preparation for going out to dinner.  Your hair, for once, is behaving.  Your makeup is flawless.  You look drop-dead gorgeous.  And the man in your life says, "So, surf or turf tonight?"

A simple compliment or word of praise would have gone a long way at that moment.  But he has his mind on his stomach and not even Angelina Jolie in a thong is going to get it moving in another direction.

Then he acts surprised when you bonk him on the head with your purse.  (Just make sure it's not your designer purse.  You don't want to waste a designer purse for a good bonk.)

1 comment:

  1. At least you've had the experience of being all put together. It hasn't happened for me since I can remember!