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This was a serious ‘I don’t get that’ moment – particularly since I was an undergrad student with a hectic 4 hours a week schedule for lectures and she was working 40 hours a week and she decided I could take over the ironing detail. Ok, ok, fair point. But when she insisted I iron everything that she thought needed ironing – which meant everything – we had a long and detailed conversation. This involved threats of loss of certain – ahem – ‘favours’ and males sleeping on couches. We compromised, by which I mean I caved completely (hey, I missed those ‘favours’ a LOT).

Funnily enough when I got a paying job and she stayed home to raise the offspring that results from successful but unprotected ‘favour’-ing, she took over the ironing again. I discovered that sheets, tea-towels, etc suddenly no longer needed ironing… It’s a funny world

I mean one person is going to be a sheet hog. The other will need to fight for a little corner.

Husband and I have our own sheets in one king sized bed. This way he can be all hoggy with it.

It bothers me when the Syfy (and what was wrong with Scifi?) channel advertises a movie that looks interesting 6months before they are actually going to show it. When they actually play it, I don’t care anymore.

Making beds it stupid and the only time I do it when I change the sheets on my bed. What I am going to make the bed even though no one is home 10 hours a day in the off chance that someone may stop by and happen to walk up to our bedroom to evaluate my bed making abilities. This is also why I have the no visitor policy (except my parents – his mom refuses to drive the 20 minutes on a highway so saved there).

I say to my husband, “No, I don’t want a beer, I don’t like beer very much.”

He says, “Well, it’s an acquired taste.”

I say, “Well, I don’t want to acquire it, is that so hard to understand?”

Then he throws in the cheap card, and on occasion I will cave and have the beer anyway, because Bacardi Raz really is more expensive, even if it is delicious. I like to enjoy the process of getting drunk just as much as being drunk, ok?

But really, if you don’t like something, WHY on earth would you eat or drink it over and over and over again so you can like it later? Why put yourself through it? If you’ve tried it and don’t like it, shouldn’t that be enough?

(p.s. I am not really a lush, beer was just the first thing that came to mind. Honest.)

And people who tuck their shirts. I mean I do it at work because I have to. But really what is the point? I just don’t get it. I didn’t even tuck in my shirt at my own wedding. I didn’t wear a tie either. I really don’t get ties either. Hey look I’m going to wear this thing to make it easier for my wife to strangle me with! Yeah that’s a brilliant idea.

What I don’t get – people who play Farmville or Mafia Wars or whatever crap is on Facebook. I so don’t care if you just fertilized some imaginary farm plot or scored some pretend guns. WTF is that all about? I just hide all that crap now… it is so NOT why I am on Facebook….