The Hubs is not wild about this sandbox. That’s unfortunate, it’s staying.
I plan to share and encourage discussion about everyday issues that anyone in a committed relationship experiences. Whether your dating, engaged, married, man and woman, woman and woman, man and man, that’s of no concern. As human beings, we all feel and struggle or with the same issues in a committed relationship. My hope is that the writing here serves as a source of inspiration, fosters new ideas, perhaps you might re-consider your POV (you stubborn goat) on a topic and maybe change your tone, approach or mindset in handling the everyday issues we all encounter in committed relationships.
While I don’t want this to be a NEGATIVE SPACE, Whiners Are Allowed. But the whining has to be funny, self deprecating, you have to own your role in the whine and even perhaps be honest enough with yourself to admit where you might have contributed. Or maybe not. Sometimes you just get to burn the house down. But this is not that place. You need to take that to Vitamin G and your G2 “squad” to work it out. This is for questions and advise, pulling each other up and celebrating (with a boat load of laughter) the stupidity of the everyday nuances that come with committed relationships.
I’ll start. The Hubs eats locks and bagels about 1x every 2 months. And like many other males in his species, he has little patience exploring the refrigerator looking for the elements needed to assemble the delight. It goes like this …. open and close the frig, typically 3 times before making a decision. Decide on a bagel. Vocalize to anyone within a mile, what he’s about to prepare and start asking questions, before looking for the ingredients he will need. Be sure to get everyone’s attention, stop the entire household. Look in frig again, shut the door quickly. Head to pantry. Find capers. Open capers and use 4. Leave on counter with caper juice pools everywhere. Maybe clean up. [ Insert Mrs. Honey ] Probably don’t clean up. Eat delish breakfast, don’t make one for The Honey. Leave all wrappers, jar tops, dirty knives, containers and crumbs, as they were. Complain throughout about not being able to find anything.
Within the hour, Mrs. Honey opens the refrigerator while cleaning up, and what is staring her right in the #$%@! face? FIVE bleeping open jars of capers, all with 4 capers missing. #irestmycase #hedoescleanupusually #letitgo #beesweet
learn, laugh and lighten up,
Mrs. Funny Honey