We have a saying in the Venomous Household — or, rather, I have a saying I utter so frequently that my husband now lip-syncs along with each repetition (yet somehow he still doesn’t get it). It goes like this: A half-assed job on your part means I have to bust my ass twice as hard.
Perhaps you know what I’m talking about.
Yesterday, for instance, I did eight loads of laundry, cleaned out the fridge, organized our 2005 financial papers, finished our taxes and homeschooled my son on math, language and history then cooked and served dinner. When we were done eating and had finally convinced the Big-Eyed Boy to go to bed, I snuck out to the deck with a glass of wine and a good book for a few minutes of much-needed alone time. I’d barely read three pages when Hubby popped outside for a cigarette, a canary-eating grin on his face, and announced that he’d cleaned the kitchen.
Glory be! I thought. I’d been trying to psych myself up for the task, but thanks to him I could spend a few more minutes off of my feet. As it happens, Hubby decided to grab a book and join me, so we sat bathed in the warm glow of insect repellant-scented candles, reading and enjoying each other’s silence until I could hardly keep my eyes open anymore. I wish I’d kept them shut when I walked back through the kitchen on my way to bed.
There, in the kitchen Hubby had “cleaned up” were pots and pans he’d washed and left to drip-dry (sans towel) on the counter where crumbs and bits of minced onion dried in a congealing eddy of cooking spills. The sides of the still bore streaks of carrot peels, and the cat had jumped onto the kitchen island to lick the dinner plates which Hubby had somehow managed to overlook.
Meanwhile, in the brief instant that I’d stood blinking in disbelief, wiping my eyes and willing myself to wake up from what I was certain was a bad dream, Hubby shuffled past me to the bedroom and managed to fall deeply, instantly, contentedly asleep.
For the unmarried (and the men) out there: this is the kind of dilemma that turns loving, kind-hearted wives into bitterly raving lunatics since it means we must choose between being thought of as unreasonable nags or keeping our mouths shut while the sour taste of resentment swells in our throats. Since I went to bed with a bad case of heartburn, you can probably figure out which option I chose. But I shouldn’t have had to make that choice at all.
This is the kind of thing that pisses me off. See, all the psychoblather cautions spouses not to keep score, not to tally “wrongs done” and all of that, and the same source warns against going to bed angry. I’d love to be able to follow those dictates, I really would. But as I scrubbed dishes at midnight and swept the floor to the rhythm of my husband’s snoring, I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t be angry with him.
It’s ok, though. I wiped slate clean this morning. I decided that since he’s unbothered by a job half-finished then I should take it as his permission to quit my own chores midway. And as it turns out, the driver’s seat of his car lies precisely half-way between the kitchen trash and the garbage can in the garage. But, hey, wasn’t it sweet of me to take out the trash so he didn’t have to?!
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April 12, 2006 at 2:45 pm
Why don’t they get that?! I’d rather do it then have them say they will and then not do it half the time.
While I had morning sickness, my husband took over doing the dishes. It was nice. It was certainly better than me throwing up all over them.
But he really only does them every other night. In the meanwhile, there’s dirty dishes everywhere. I hate getting up in the morning to filth. I hate trying to cook with the sink a mess. But at the same time, if I even ask him if he’ll do them before I go to bed, he either answers yes (and doesn’t do them) or he gets annoyed I’m “nagging” him.
I’d really just rather do them than wake up to a disgusting mess!!
April 12, 2006 at 5:30 pm
Sigh. I hear you.
April 12, 2006 at 6:54 pm
Gee, I guess my wife has it pretty good. I clean the kitchen every night after dinner and it’s spotless. I even sweep the crumbs from the kitchen floor. I call it shifting into Hazel mode. I’ll also do laundry, dust, and vacuum. Bathrooms only if I must.
But then half the guys I work with are slobs and I end up cleaning the labs behind them so I can do some work.
April 13, 2006 at 6:01 am
TO: Kate
RE: Obviously…
“This is the kind of thing that pisses me off. See, all the psychoblather cautions spouses not to keep score, not to tally “wrongs done” and all of that, and the same source warns against going to bed angry. I’d love to be able to follow those dictates, I really would. But as I scrubbed dishes at midnight and swept the floor to the rhythm of my husband’s snoring, I couldn’t think of any reason why I shouldn’t be angry with him.” — Kate
…you’ve got a LOOOOOONG ways to do on your christian(?) walk of faith.
I told you, a few weeks ago, it was NOT going to be easy. However, I never said it was (1) impossible nor (2) you had to do it alone.
The question becomes do you have the courage necessary to take the next step along that ‘walk’?
Regards,
Chuck(le)
April 13, 2006 at 6:03 am
Ooops….
…that should read “….ways to GO…”.
I apologize. I’ve not had my morning coffee just yet and I’m getting ready for a citizens county-wide government oversight committee meeting.
More later….
Regards,
Chuck(le)
April 13, 2006 at 11:14 am
“I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man I keep his house.”
-Zsa Zsa Gabor
April 13, 2006 at 12:01 pm
VK,
Heh it’s your mistake. You should have hooked up with me 25 years ago. I always cleanup after the playmate is done and cook on the weekends.
Bot Toy :]
April 13, 2006 at 12:02 pm
correction..signed Boy Toy
April 13, 2006 at 12:12 pm
Um… shouldn’t you sit down with him and talk about what you mean when you say clean and what he means when he says clean? The alternative is to ignore it when he says he cleaned the kitchen and just understand that you have to do it yourself.
Yes, you did a ton of work at home during the day. My question would be… was he sitting around all day at work doing nothing? I know when I was a SAHM – my husband was working 12 hours a day and just beat when he walked in the door… it didn’t make my day easier – but I know he didn’t just trot off to work and sit around shooting the breeze with his buddies all day. And he did take over watching the kids for me so I could have a break.
My husband will do the dishes, but he’s bad a wiping counters. Since I know this – I go wipe the counters when he’s done with his part of washing up. He will also do the wash, but won’t fold the laundry when it’s done. We’re even because I’ll stick clothes in the washer and forget they are there.
We each do things the irritate the other – it’s part of the package. If your husband was perfect at cleaning the kitchen – he would do something else that would irritate you… just as you do stuff that irritates him. The alternative is to live alone where you can do everything to your liking. After a year of doing that while my husband was working across the country – I can say – I’ll take the counter crumbs and the unfolded laundry, it’s way less lonely.
April 13, 2006 at 12:48 pm
So…… that is why the trash is set out in the garage within ten feet of the can on trash day and that may explain why my clean laundry is in a pile on my side of the bed. Hmmmmm, perhaps it is time to QA some of my responsibilities at the homestead.
April 13, 2006 at 1:10 pm
Ah – the bitter battle of “my work” and “your work.” I look at it this way: he has a day job and I have a day job. My day job is to take care of the needs of our kids and any major household errands. Anything else I do on top of those things is by my choice. His job is…well, his job. After he returns home, however, whatever needs to be done is divided between the two of us. He’s tired and I’m tired – just for different reasons. Most often, he takes over with the kids, so that I can enjoy a couple of hours of not dealing with kids. Hubby gets almost two hours on the train to read or listen to podcasts or whatever – so he tries to give me those couple of hours to myself, too.
He does the laundry; I fold. I cook; he does dishes. I do the shopping; he puts away. If for some reason, he cooks, then I do the dishes (and so on). We sat down a long time ago and agreed on what all is involved with doing which chores. Doing the dishes involves cleaning them off, putting them in the dishwasher, and wiping the counters, sink, stove, and table. Folding the laundry means folding the items and putting them away. You get the idea.
Maybe if you sat down and discussed with your son and hubby who is doing which chores when – and what doing X really means, so that everyone knows and agrees – it might set the expectations without the need for any confrontation. We discovered this when we talked to my step-daughter about why she never wiped up when she did the dishes – her answer, she didn’t realize it was expected.
Just my $0.02.
I can honestly say I’ve been less stressed about housework and shopping since we agreed on who was doing what – and what steps were involved.
Hope the homeschooling is still going well!
~PJ~
April 13, 2006 at 1:11 pm
TO: Teresa
RE: Good Start
“…shouldn’t you sit down with him and talk about what you mean when you say clean and what he means when he says clean? The alternative is to ignore it when he says he cleaned the kitchen and just understand that you have to do it yourself.” — Teresa
Sounds like a good idea to me. I’m curious why our beloved counsellor hasn’t done as much just yet.
“Yes, you did a ton of work at home during the day. My question would be… was he sitting around all day at work doing nothing? I know when I was a SAHM – my husband was working 12 hours a day and just beat when he walked in the door… it didn’t make my day easier – but I know he didn’t just trot off to work and sit around shooting the breeze with his buddies all day. And he did take over watching the kids for me so I could have a break.” — Teresa
Well. I can’t speak to what it’s like to stand at the lectern at CGSC, but I know what it’s like to be a student. Come mid-day, you’re brain-fried. It’s like the Ranger course for the overtly cerebral; like thinking one-thought-after-another by a shear force of will. I suspect that it would be easier on the instructors, except I ALSO suspect they get hammered with ‘additional duties’, as we did in the ‘line battalions’.
“My husband will do the dishes, but he’s bad a wiping counters. Since I know this – I go wipe the counters when he’s done with his part of washing up. He will also do the wash, but won’t fold the laundry when it’s done. We’re even because I’ll stick clothes in the washer and forget they are there.” — Teresa
Personally….I enjoy cooking. Some ‘hobby’ I developed after going through that spa the Army operates out of Benning School for Boys. I suspect it had something to do with not getting enough food and only lousy food at that.
In order to keep the mess down to a level that won’t interfere with cooking, especially an oriental stir-fry meal, I tend to clean-as-I-go. This is a technique that has been difficult to impart to the distaff, who doesn’t cook all that much. However, after years of loving ‘care’, it is beginning to sink in that this makes life easier for ALL the inhabitants of the household.
Patience…..and God-only-knows where THAT comes from.
“We each do things the irritate the other – it’s part of the package. If your husband was perfect at cleaning the kitchen – he would do something else that would irritate you… just as you do stuff that irritates him. The alternative is to live alone where you can do everything to your liking. After a year of doing that while my husband was working across the country – I can say – I’ll take the counter crumbs and the unfolded laundry, it’s way less lonely.” — Teresa
Excellent point, that. There is always SOMETHING that tends to irritate either us or other people. It’s part of the human conundrum; can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.
One of the recent accomplishments in our happy household is that we have agreed to clean the kitchen up, together, before we adjourn to the library for the evening’s entertainment of old television shows and movies, via the DVD, over tea, cookies, chocolates, fruits and/or nuts. And maybe a small snifter of brandy or a cordial.
Before this, I’d descend to a messy kitchen each morning and have to clean it up before preparing breakfast. NOW, I come down to a kitchen ready to begin another day of exciting and satisfying enterprises. My morale is vastly improved…..and it shows….throughout the work day.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
P.S. The proverbial ‘trick’ to all of this is that each member of the partnership needs to adopt an attitude that the other members are all far more important then they are to the organization.
It’s a paradox. Especially in this day and age of the ‘me too’ attitude. But, if everyone has that mental attitude, it seems to work out—much more effectively than any other approach I’ve seen/tried. And that’s speaking from the perspective of having two marriages shot out from under me.
At this point, I’m happily involved/married to the woman best described in the latter part of Proverbs 31. Who….God help me….just threw her hat into the ring for the State House of Representatives.
Oh well….”Never a dull moment.” I guess I needed a new challenge; as in Chief of Staff, Susan for 46 Committee.
April 13, 2006 at 1:12 pm
OH. DEAR.
Folks, that wans’t an invitation for advice. That was a rant. They’ve been married long enough to know – deeply – each other’s foimles. Kate was merely blowing off steam!
April 13, 2006 at 1:15 pm
I know it was a rant…that’s why I responded the way I did.
April 13, 2006 at 1:15 pm
GAH! That should read “foibles.” Typing while cuddling a screaming infant will cause typos.
P. S. Prince? That’s five minutes outta my day and I’d like them back, please.
April 13, 2006 at 1:16 pm
LOL, BT . . .You get mega points for your comment.
Trust me.
April 13, 2006 at 1:23 pm
TO: Margi
RE: Rants R Us
“Folks, that wans’t an invitation for advice. That was a rant.” — Margi
A rant is just a more assertive form of ‘cry for help’.
RE: Prince’s Post
“That’s five minutes outta my day and I’d like them back, please.” — Margi
FIVE minutes?
You should learn to speed browse before commiting to a thick read. I sped through it and noticed all kinds of non-sequiter—to this topical thread—words and phrases, so I blew it off.
If I had noticed words and phrases germane to the topical thread, I’d have invested more of my precious time to a thorough read of HIS ‘tome’.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[Fanatic, n., One who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.]
April 13, 2006 at 1:30 pm
A rant is just a more assertive form of ‘cry for help’.
Sometimes a rant is just a rant.
April 13, 2006 at 1:43 pm
Yeah in my old Army days we just called it
#$%ching, complaining, moaning, and just plain blowing off steam. That’s why I’m always careful around “that time of the month”….you never know what’s coming some days. Have fun…
April 13, 2006 at 3:02 pm
TO: Kate
RE: Channeling, Are We?
“Sometimes a rant is just a rant.” — Kate
Or is someone lacking in a deeper form of perception?
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[I've studied abnormal behavior for years....and I still don't understand women. -- Sigmund Freud]
April 13, 2006 at 3:02 pm
P.S. He was probably at some cocktail party at the time…..
April 13, 2006 at 4:22 pm
I don’t get what half the commenters are saying. I don’t think she minded that she had to do it so much as the fact that she had to do it once she was exhausted and he was asleep. Just like I’m perfectly willing to do the dishes, but my husband says he’s going to, but likes to do them at 2 am when I’m asleep. Should I just do them before I go to bed and make him feel like I’m telling him he has to do the dishes earlier? Should I stay up until 2 to see if he’s actually goingto do them, and do them if he doesn’t? Becuase that’s not going to work — I have to get up early and go to work. I can’t stay up until 2 am to see if I’m going to have to do the dishes or not!
Ahem.
April 13, 2006 at 6:30 pm
Give that lady a cigar!
April 13, 2006 at 6:59 pm
TO: Kate
RE: A Cigar?
And a fedora, too.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
April 13, 2006 at 10:02 pm
Okay, I guess once again I’ve done something stupid. Since I often do that I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. That’s what I get for commenting when I think I have something helpful to say (pretty self important of me isn’t it) – I’ll keep my mouth shut now. Consider my earlier comment withdrawn. Sorry.
April 14, 2006 at 3:17 am
When GZ Expat and I were first married, before kids, he would like to cook Chinese food. It was good, but I would find rice everywhere! I hated it, but I loved the food. So if he cooked, I cleaned, and if I cooked, he would help clean. After 20 years of marriage that system does not work very often anymore. I cook most of the meals and clean up the majority. He will clear the table and the kids will too, but I do most of the after dinner clean up.
Then hubby gets real lucky. Tee hee!
It is nice on the rare occasion when everyone pitches in and helps. There are enough jobs for the whole family to help with too.
I know that everyone would like to go and watch TV or read their book, myself included. It is the nights that no one will help that really peeves me, because I am just as tired and deserving to sit down and relax as hubby and the kids. Do I get mad yes, do I scream at them sometimes, but mostly around the PMS week. Other times I just get on with it, because I enjoy a spotless kitchen in the morning and I don’t have the energy to exert on being a b**ch.
Yes, I have planned revenge on occasion, and dealt it out, but that was earlier in the marriage.
If I am really too tired to clean up, I leave it and go to bed. Sometimes it is easier to face it in the morning. On some of those occasions I have gone into the kitchen the next morning to find it all cleaned up by hubby, GZ Expat. It might not be perfect but it is cleaner than it was, and it was a nice gesture.
Of course I do have my moments when I am the possessed b**ch from hell too! But nothing a few shots of Jose Cuervo Gold and a Margarita chaser wouldn’t fix.
Keep smiling if we could make it almost 21 years so far, so can you!
Got to love them!
GZTai-Tai
April 14, 2006 at 6:24 am
TO: Teresa
RE Say ‘What’?
“Okay, I guess once again I’ve done something stupid. Since I often do that I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. That’s what I get for commenting when I think I have something helpful to say (pretty self important of me isn’t it) – I’ll keep my mouth shut now. Consider my earlier comment withdrawn. Sorry.” — Teresa
Actually, I thought you were doing pretty good.
Kate may be denying there’s any substance to her ‘rant’, but if that were the case, she wouldn’t have been on the rant in the first place.
Keep up the good work.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[Don't lose heart. They may want to cut it out.]
April 14, 2006 at 6:28 am
TO: GZTai-Tai
RE: The Time Factor
“…if we could make it almost 21 years so far, so can you!” — GZTai-Tai
I think that if a couple can (1) work together in the kitchen and (2) last 8 years, they’ve pretty much got it bagged.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[The household is the school of power. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson]
April 14, 2006 at 7:21 am
Dear Chuck(le)
I agree the first 5 years are the hardest! After 10 it is smooth sailing..We all have our moments and they will pass. If I can stand him in the kitchen, he can stand me assisting with auto repair or oil changes in the garage. IT is definetly a give and take on both sides.
Take it easy!
GZ Tai-Tai
April 14, 2006 at 8:52 am
Have you considered a “Duty Roster”? My daughter (five kids and a builder/property manager hubby)did it and it works. She just has to be the QA cop from time to time.
April 14, 2006 at 9:08 am
Hi – I edit an ex-pat monthly newspaper in Almeria, southern Spain. Could I run this article in the next edition? Pretty please?
April 14, 2006 at 11:49 am
TO: Chuck(le)
RE: You know what happens when you “assume”
Kate may be denying there’s any substance to her ‘rant’, but if that were the case, she wouldn’t have been on the rant in the first place.
It takes a special kind of self-indulgent egotism to believe that despite computer screens, miles and never having met, you could have more insight into my brain, motives and values than I do. To borrow a page out of your sermon book, I have to wonder whether such smugness is “Christian.”
TO: Teresa
Re: Apples and Oranges
I always appreciate constructive input, even when I’m just ranting for the sake of ranting. Which, incidentally, I would’ve done offline over martinis with my girlfriends instead of here but I’ve been too busy to get together with them for the past week.
The input you gave was precisely the kind a good girlfriend would give. It is vastly different from the “you’re not as spiritually evolved as me” and “this is a cry for help” stances taken elsewhere.
- Kate
April 14, 2006 at 1:03 pm
TO: Kate
RE: You know what happens when you “assume”
I am very well aware of the contraction. However, I don’t think I’m ‘assuming’ here. I COULD be wrong, but based on 55 years of experience and two broken marriages, what you said in your original post brought back some ‘interesting’ memories from when I was ‘in harness’. [Note: I thought I'd left them FAR behind.]
RE: Something ‘Special’
“It takes a special kind of self-indulgent egotism to believe that despite computer screens, miles and never having met, you could have more insight into my brain, motives and values than I do.” — Kate
I already know your educational background, counsellor. I know the sort of man you’re married too. I know a good deal about your family life and desires to raise your children as you see fit, i.e., better than what the ‘system’ is capable of doing. I know you’re dedicated, outspoken, bright and professional.
I know a lot about how you think, as you display it every time you blog. Just as I do. Do a search on my name and you’ll see I’m all over the blogosphere like a bad rash.
But please pass me the proverbial rosetta stone….
….and tell me what’s your [Myers-Briggs] ‘sign’? I’m an ENTJ.
I do have an ego, but it relates more to jumping C130s with 63 other idiots than anything else. Doing the one-minute door-check is a RUSH!
“To borrow a page out of your sermon book, I have to wonder whether such smugness is ‘Christian’.” — Kate
It’s hardly ‘smug’ to try telling someone they may be taking a ‘dangerous’ course. As I said, I think I’ve seen this sort of ‘rant’ before. [Note: When you get to the point you're complaining about his 'friends' and 'associates' you'll be well down the path I've been down twice.]
But then again, christians are constantly being told that sort of thing for doing that sort of think. That or worse. I imagine that if someone were to try to take the car keys from a drunk in a bar, they’d be called names too. Don’t you think?
The point being that I see interesting parallels between what you ranted on and what I witnessed prior to the drop down into the abyss; twice.
So, as they say, “Cuidado, compadre[ss]…..”
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[You never REALLY know a woman, until you've met her in court. -- the voice of experience]
P.S. You can shoot the messenger, but that does not change reality.
P.P.S. I do hope and pray that I’m wrong. But as I said, I see indicators I’ve seen before.
Who knows….it might just be the stress of the last few weeks, home-schooling, injuries, etc. God knows it has been trying. I certainly hope so, for all your sakes.
P.P.P.S. I am NOT a ‘good girlfriend’. Nor am I a ‘boy friend’. I’m just trying to be an honest friend. What would you have a friend do? Lie to you? Personally, I’d rather have one that told me the truth.
April 14, 2006 at 7:00 pm
I’m SO on your side on this one. It’s worse to have to fix a messed up job than to just do it correctly in the first place.
Then again, I’m damn lazy and need to go clean my house now.
April 15, 2006 at 10:16 am
TO: sadie
RE: Agreed!
“It’s worse to have to fix a messed up job than to just do it correctly in the first place.” — sadie
As the old adage amongst officers, commissioned and non, goes….
“There’s never enough time to do it right the first time. But there’s always enough time to do it over.”
Perhaps Kate’s hubby is suffering from that mindset. I know it’s inculcated into the officer corps of the US Army. Been there…done that….all too many times.
That’s one of the reasons I’m an advocate for an aggressive clean-as-you-go approach in the kitchen. It’s easy to get the egg yokes off the plates BEFORE they dry.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
April 15, 2006 at 10:24 am
P.S. Egg yokes….
It takes 5-10 times as much time to get dried egg yokes off a plate as it does when they are still fresh.
[Ask me for anything but TIME. -- Napoleon]
April 15, 2006 at 2:11 pm
Is the Master of Ceremonies position (on your comment page) still open? Have a nice Easter.
April 15, 2006 at 4:33 pm
TO: Kate
RE: Wanna See Something REALLY Half-Ass?
Consider a child raised in a single-parent environment.
I knew there was something niggling at the back of my mind.
I crossed-swords with one of the educational institutions group in a public forum the other day. A retired district administrator, I believe.
During the course of discussions over the last few weeks—our paths cross fairly often in this community—I’d asked her about the number of children who are failing in school who come from single-parent family environments.
She said, “Easily over 60%.”
It takes a family to raise a child. NOT, as some popular feminist, who holds public office and wrote a book thinks, a ‘village’. The village is, based on what the public school system knows, doing a really lousy job at raising and even ‘educating’ kids.
You’re doing the right thing by your son.
Keep up the good work. We need every bright, articulate and intelligent kid we can get.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[Children, n. - Messages to a future we shall never see.]
April 16, 2006 at 12:17 pm
Kate-
I probably wouldn’t have commented the way I did originally except for some stuff going on in my own life (not me and my husband – nevertheless close to us that I’m not free to blog about). Your post kinda struck a chord and thus I spout.
Over martinis – the conversation would certainly have meandered along quite, quite differently. Of that I’m sure.
All of which means I need to put a sock in it when I read a post shortly after dealing with my own problems. *grin*
April 16, 2006 at 3:14 pm
Man, after re-reading this comment thread yet again, it seems like the perfect time to start planning our family’s summer vacation.
April 16, 2006 at 3:47 pm
TO: Kate
RE: Vacation Time
“…it seems like the perfect time to start planning our family’s summer vacation.” — Kate
It’s NEVER too early to start planning.
Maybe hubby can come up with an OPLAN to support your planning purposes.
Regards,
Chuck(le)
[A lack of planning is no substitute for inaction. -- Army Staff Puke adage]
April 16, 2006 at 4:35 pm
P.S. May I suggest the Rocky Mountains? Or, perhaps Santa Fe-Taos-Albuquerque? Or, if you’ve got the time, BOTH!
If you choose the New Mexico thing, I highly recommend Casas de Suenos in Albuquerque. About two blocks off the plaza of old town. It’s a garden of dreams.
Started out as a motor lodge of the 1930s.
Sometime in the 80s, someone bought the old lodge. Afterwards, they modified every one of the cabins to be an individually artistic place. Then, they went on to secure the rest of the city block and all of the residences in it. And they converted each of them into a separate personal paradise.
Subsequently they turned the inner spaces, i.e., back yards, into a communal garden.
The distaff and I spent a good part of our honeymoon in what was the grounds-keeper’s house, in the proverbial center of this multi-phasic garden.
Consider it….
Here’s their web-site….
http://www.casasdesuenos.com/
Enjoy,
Chuck(le)
April 17, 2006 at 12:18 pm
Girl, I hope you know that in the girlfriends/martinis scenario, I’d be the one shouting “That bastard!” and ordering another round? (a/k/a letting you rant to your heart’s content)
Right?
*grin*
xoxo
April 18, 2006 at 6:58 am
Dear Kate, If you’d killed him when you met him, you’d be out of jail by now.
But look at all you would have missed out on: The Big Eyed Boy and a great rant. And God bless DH for providing essential material for both! Ha!
Rant away to your heart’s content.
That Margi sounds like a great girlfriend! Hoist a few for me.
April 18, 2006 at 6:59 am
PS: Please DO NOT re-read ‘Delores Claiborne’ in your current frame of mind! LOL
April 18, 2006 at 7:51 am
Dear Kate, If you’d killed him when you met him, you’d be out of jail by now.
Every now and then a sentence comes along that’s just so unexpected — and so morbidly funny — that it’s a guilty pleasure to read it once, twice, and laugh like hell. Thanks for starting my morning off with a coffee-infused nasal enema, Gramma!
Of course I’m glad for both DH and the Big-Eyed Boy (as well as the rich material they give me to rant about). As someone recently reminded me, if I weren’t bitching about my husband I’d be bitching about something else.
As for Margi… you’re right. She’s an awesome girlfriend! Don’t know what I’d have done without her these past 3 years.
April 18, 2006 at 7:14 pm
Awww.
Now see whatcha done? Ya gone and made me cry.
N’stuff. But it’s the good kind!
{{{{ huggums }}}}
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