Mars is much to close to Venus for my husband to be from there. He is from an entirely different Galaxy.
I happened to remind him that it was mothers day this weekend and kindly inquired if we had any “special” plans for the weekend. Wow did he come up with some great ones!
- “It’s supposed to be nice we could work in the yard. You could put the flowers in the side garden if you want” Oh ya that’s just what I want, to bust my a** in the garden for Mother’s Day.
- “While you’re at the grocery store why don’t you pick up some steaks I can grill.” Obviously we are not going out for dinner. Grilling steaks is code for “I’ll sit on the deck with the dog doing a Sudoku puzzle while you cut up the vegetables, make the salad, boil the potatoes and clean up the mess.”
- “Did the kids want to have any friends over this week-end?” Perfect not only can I look after my kids but I can have the neighborhood kids too so their mom’s can have a quiet relaxing day reading a book.
This was not going in the direction I had hoped so I thought maybe I should help him along.
- “What do you think about picking up a patio set this weekend for the deck?” His response: “I don’t need one, what we have is good enough.” When did I mention him in that statement. It was me I was thinking of and no I don’t NEED it either. However, it would be nice to have a table so I didn’t have to eat of my lap all the time.
This is when I realized that my husband is an Alien from another galaxy. He just doesn’t understand women. (But I love him just the same)
Please make me jealous and tell me what wonderful surprises your family has in store for you this weekend. Perhaps I can live vicariously through you!