How in the hell can we be married for 38 years and not use the same vocabulary?
That was a question thrown at me by NK this morning.
She was sorting laundry.
She asked me to get her something. It was a laundry hamper, my hamper.
I heard would you get me a laundry basket.
I said no!
You know those MasterCard commercials......well the look on her face was "priceless".
She just stared at me (but it wasn't the "look").
Then we both realized that she said hamper and I heard basket. She said she was about to knock my block off. I went to get the hamper.
You must understand I was not refusing to get her what she wanted, I knew that if I was to bring her the basket it would not do her any good because yesterday we filled it full of junk to get ready for some electrical work that will be done tomorrow.
Friday, January 11, 2008
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3 comments:
they do say men are from Mars. . .
Aaaah, marital bliss...
:)
ooh fun. I know that one quite well.
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