My Wife and I See Things Differently
A few days ago, my wife and I invited some friends to come to our house for a wiener roast. “We have to clean the house,” my better half proclaimed.
“Why?” I asked. “The wiener roast is outdoors.”
“Yeah, but they might have to use the bathroom,” she replied. “I would be embarrassed if they came into our house when it is messy. What would they think?”
Being a typical guy, I racked my brain for an easier alternative: “Why don't we rent one of those portable toilets you see at the parks? That way, they could use the bathroom, and we wouldn't have to do all that cleaning. We could set it among that group of trees in the backyard so that the neighbors couldn't see it.”
It may come as no surprise to you husbands out there that the missus would not accept my wonderful solution. Perhaps she was jealous because it was my steel-trap mind that came up with this brilliant idea instead of hers.
It seems as though wives like things organized and pretty. On the other hand, we husbands want to minimize drudgery so that we can focus upon the more important things in life, like football, naps, and beer.
At the grocery store, my wife will stand for several minutes over two brands of meat, trying to decide which one might have a better taste or which is one half of a cent cheaper per pound. I, on the other hand, will grab the first brand I come to, for my time is far more important than saving a few cents. As for taste, we husbands know about the great equalizer-ketchup. If you want something to taste better, simply smother it in ketchup.
For some unknown reason, she does not often permit me to do the cooking. I must admit that our food relationship is almost perfect. She makes some of the best dishes I've ever had the pleasure of devouring, but in doing so, she wastes way too much precious time in the kitchen.
I, on the other hand, can whip up a fantastic meal in three to five minutes, depending upon how fancy I want it to be. My specialty is the classic peanut butter sandwich along with a bag of potato chips and a cold beer. Now that's eating!
A few years ago, while she was on a trip with our son, I saved a lot of time by buying a bunch of paper plates. I not only saved time, but I also helped the environment by cutting down on my use of electricity. Furthermore, since I didn't use the dishwashing machine one time during her absence, I limited the wear and tear it faces from my wife daily.
My better half insists on the bed being made every morning, and she takes this ritual extremely seriously, so seriously that she doesn't even laugh when I tell her she'll need some wood, a saw, and some nails if she's going to make the bed. She mumbles something about it being too early in the morning to deal with Dad jokes. I'm offended; that joke is more than a Dad joke-it's a classic.
To no avail, I've argued that it's a waste of time to make the bed. Who sees it besides our cats and us? I'm not complaining about a messy bed, and neither are the felines.
As I have said, husbands realize that each of us has only so many hours on this planet, so we are always looking for ways to get the work completed and get the fun started. Wives demand we men put the toilet seat down after we are finished, but if we did that, for say, 50 years of marriage, just imagine how many hours, how many days of our lives would be wasted. Besides, the women could help us out by putting the lid back up after they are finished! For some strange reason they refuse to cooperate, so why should we?
So as you can see, my wife and I have differing perspectives on many things. Despite this, we have a loving and strong marriage. We respect and love each other, and we always have each other's back, so to speak. Besides, in the end, she almost always lets me have her way.