Sunday, December 17, 2006

Helpless

Why are men so helpless? I just don't get it. When we have son's we raise them right don't we? We teach them little things like how to put a dish in the sink, and throw socks in the hamper. Then why can't they think for themselves? I just don't get it. I like to think I taught my son those things. I'm sure when my husbands mother was alive she liked to think she did. Then why is it my husband is so helpless? Take today for example, he gets up and announces he is going shopping for my Christmas present.(Note here that I am finished and he is just now when we are broke starting.)
He had asked me to tell him a few things I wanted.(Never mind that he lives with me and should come up with something on his own). Ok, so I list four or five inexpensive things and where he can find them. On the top of my list was a small deep fryer. I list the store and the price. I tell him I had been in that store this morning and that they only had one left and it was up on the top shelf in the overstock area. I also tell him that was not neccessarly the thing I wanted. That it was just something on the list for him to think about. Soooo he leaves, and not ten minutes later my phone rings. Its the husband. Honey I'm at the store, didn't you tell me that they only had one of those deep fryers left..
I saw red. I was so hurt and so upset that
1. He just revealed to me what he was buying me for Christmas
2. That he can't think for himself
3 That he is a MAN!

I give up. I swear he has to be the most stupid person on earth. I told him to just come home, that I didn't want the damn deep fryer. That why would he call me and tell me what he got me and take the joy away. I didn't give him time to answer me. I hung up on him.
He didn't call back, and he hasn't come home. I guess that means I get the second thing on the list..
Can you tell I am having ONE OF THOSE DAYS!

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Blogger peppylady said...

My husband can't think for his self either.
He ask me today what I want for Christmas and I told him a few things that I wanted.
I'm not a picky person but I can pretty well guess what I'm getting every year.
No surprise!!!

December 17, 2006 at 7:24 PM  
Blogger Nancy said...

Oh MY God this made me laugh right out loud. Bruce is pretty good about this sort of stuff. He once came home with a baby Indian in a basket doll that played the song ten little Indians. hahahaha I bet thats got you beat. Husbands, what are you going to do? You can't shoot them. :)

December 18, 2006 at 10:19 AM  
Blogger Carrie said...

Oh they never can be as perfect as us women. Let me tell ya! I love this post. I feel your pain.

When Adam gets his hair cut at the mall, I have to go with him because he doesn't know where it is. I mean come on!

I guess they make up in other ways. Like getting gas. I hate getting gas more than anything. Or doing the dishes. He does that. I just have to remember that they don't think like us.

December 18, 2006 at 2:29 PM  

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