Let Me Be A Little More Clear...

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I went grocery shopping yesterday and was running late to a meeting by the time I walked in the door. I needed to change before leaving again. As I walked quickly through the kitchen, I asked my husband to bring in the groceries from the back seat of my car and deal with them as I needed to leave.

When I arrived home hours later, I discovered this.

The milk and turkey bacon were put in the fridge. I'll give him that, but both reusable bags and the Costco box still contained the majority of their groceries. Apparently I need to be more specific next time. I should know that after this many years of marriage, shouldn’t I?

Men. They Think They're Funny

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I have a cool little thing in my shower - and no, it's not what you'd expect. I have a waterproof notepad and pencil. You know, so I can make those lists that I talk about sometimes. It's actually a pretty cool thing to have.

Some people abuse the privilege though, as evidenced by this "conversation."

Let me translate for those of you who don't read scribble.

My husband: I reserved a rm 4 Friday (7/23 drawn in with an arrow - just in case I wasn't sure from the context of the rest of the note what date he was talking about ... and because it was so germane to the discussion anyway) night at Imperial Palace (right there, this should give you a clue that he's going alone and I'm staying home!) for $56 (including tax), and I'll take the $5 shuttle instead of a taxi.

Me: Do you know how much I hate text speak? (It's truly a pet peeve of mine, especially coming from educated people when writing and not actually texting.) And is this really something to share via shower mail? (Because, ya know - when talking about vacations, especially guy weekends, maybe this should be a real converation?)  Am I that scary? (Hey, there has to be some justification, right? I'm trying to throw him a lifeline here.)

My husband: Shower mail! Ha! Good one! We've invented a whole new form of communication!

And once again? Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. At least I can find the humor in how guys take in information and process it, right?