Friday, April 21, 2006
Apparently my husband is trying......or tried.....to be nice. He came home with two Boston ferns for me that he had purchased. ( I had been wanting them) I asked him if they were his little way of saying "I'm sorry." He said that he didn't have anything to be sorry for. Then I punched him in the face and he said "Yes, I am soo sorry." (......ok, ok, I made that part up.) Anyway, all ends up being forgotten until next time. If I was to guess, I would say it is probably the story of every marriage. Wives that are pissed off, husbands that are blameless, and for the sake of sanity, women just go on. I mean really, it is a given that we, as women, are always right, and men are just too stupid to know it.