What happened to the man that came home from work to tired to do anything but drink a beer and watch TV?  The moment the oven is turned on and smells begin to erupt from the kitchen this man springs to life.  Now he is loaded with help and information.  Apparently that nap that he had while I was cleaning and chopping vegetables really paid off.  I suppose he’ll be tired once again when the table needs to be cleared and dishes washed.   

Honestly I should do the same with the cooking as I did with the laundry.  Life would be easier for me.   

I never knew there were so many rules to doing laundry until I moved in with my husband.  Then I found out that the way I had been taught was completely wrong.  Mind you this is coming from the man who refuses to separate whites from darks.  Apparently I place the clothes in the washer incorrectly.  Who knew?  Did you know that you are supposed to shake the wrinkles out of the clothing first before placing in the dryer but once done you can leave the pile upon the bed and fold the clothing once all the laundry is done?  I guess he likes to iron.

It only took me a dozen years or so to decide to give him the job.  My only complaint? Why did I was so long to give him this job?  Obviously he is much better suited for it than I am.

I wish it was just these two things that drove me crazy.  It’s not though.  He takes credit for the funny things I say and he has this annoying habit of letting out exasperating sighs while I am driving.  Like he’s never hit a curb before! 

After nineteen years, I can honestly say that he’s driving me crazy.  I have a friend who’s getting married soon.  I should probably tell her what her future holds.  But I won’t.  I would hate to ruin all of her fun when she finds out.  Besides, if her husband is anything like mine, he won’t even realize how perfect his wife is.