So you might have heard that it's freezing asky cold here in Chicago, like a negative one degree with 40 mile winds, right. Yeah, but my mood is actually OK. The closer we get to the end of the holiday, the better I feel. But that's not the point of this MeN aRe TOTALLY FRoM MaRS post here though.
Mr. Manic asks me today if I know where his long underwear is. Of course I do. I wore them last week. They're in the dirty laundry. I tell him they are in the dirty laundry. He retrieves them from the dirty laundry. He puts them on after getting them out of the dirty laundry. And goes outside to shovel, wearing his dirty long underwear.
You sensing a theme here?
After a while he comes back in to get ready for church, and as he's taking off his clothes (NO, this is NOT one of THOSE posts!), here is the conversation that ensues:
He looks at his long underwear as he removes them and then he looks at me and asks:
Him: "Are these dirty?"
Me: "Are you serious?"
Him: "I don't know." Dumb look on his face.
Me: "ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
Me: Stare daggers at him.
Him: "What? I don't know." And he continues to pull off the long underwear.
THE LONG UNDERWEAR HE PULLED OUT FROM THE DIRTY LAUNDRY AN HOUR AGO.
Me: "ARE YOU FOR REAL SERIOUS?"
Him: "I don't know! I don't know how you operate things around here."
Me: "I'm not THAT BAD of a HOUSEWIFE!"