Men seem to be strikingly different from women. Which is completely fine unless you live with one of them. This is how it seems to go.
My girlfriend Alex was oh-so-kind to loan me a few baby clothes for our trip to Florida. 13 month-old Summer balked at wearing her long T’s and cords in 80 degree weather. High maintenance, that girl.
So here are the directions I gave my husband Rick.
Me: Can you please pick up a small, blue bag from Alex’s doorman? She’s loaning us a few shirts and a couple skirts for Summer.
Rick: Yeah, no problem.
This is what Rick (a very smart, talented and successful guy) brought home:
A gigantic, tall, white kitchen garbage bag, with the name, “Ellen Goodman” taped to the side, stuffed with something soft. Definitely could have been clothes. Like someone’s entire sweater drawer.
Me: That’s not THE BAG. It’s not small. It’s not blue.
Rick: Well, I never heard you say anything about blue.
Apparently, he heard bag and he, indeed, picked up a bag.
And further proof that we are a bit different…
This past weekend I cleaned and organized our computer desk. That newly clutter free, smooth, polished and buffed desk fills me with unbridled, exuberant joy. It’s so CLEAN. AND. ORGANIZED. As for Rick, when it comes to the desk, he’s not even close to anything unbridled or exuberant. Unless I put a seasoned pork chop on it. Or his iPhone. Or maybe some chicken parmesan.
And if you are still not yet convinced…
There’s the HDTV. Oh, you know, that life altering, high definition, it’s jumping into your living room, experience.
Rick: Look at that. Isn’t it incredible?
Rick: The picture. The detail. It’s like you are at the stadium. You feel like you are on the field. God, it’s amazing. Look at that.
Me: Wait, I’m watching it right now?
Rick: YES. It’s HD. Don’t you feel like you are on the sidelines?
Me:I don’t see it. And I’m sorry for this because I love you very much. But I just don’t.
Rick: How can you not see it? (Sigh)
Rick is dumbfounded that I still record my fave tv shows on the NON high definition channels. But why?! It would take me a whole 4 minutes to reset my recording preferences. Actually, about the same amount of time it takes to pick up the correct, blue bag from a doorman.
mama bird notes
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