More Fun with Household Hide-and-Seek
Like me, perhaps you share your life and household with a significant other of the male persuasion who has a hard time locating things around your mutual domicile.
The other night we (and I use that term loosely, as you’ll soon see) had a dinner party chez moi for 12 people the other night. My contribution? Inviting, shopping, cooking, set up, serving, clean up, etc. His contribution? Making a fire in the fireplace, turning on the stereo (see above, for more on my technologically-challenged diagnosis), and, oh yes, showing up. In the midst of my graciously helping settle our guests, letting out (and in) the dogs, fielding phone calls from my friendly local politicians to get out and vote – for them – and checking on the chicken, my husband, pressed into bar duty, calls out, “Laurie, where’s the ice?”
O-k-a-a-y. Let’s see, if you were ice, where would you be…the oven? No wait, the clothes dryer?
Our guests got a good chuckle out of this. “You’re gonna blog about this, right?” asked one. You betcha. And so I have.
PS: Thanks, honey, for always being such a terrific source of material.
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A variation of this game is the one my husband plays, entitled "Where are my keys/sunglasses/sneakers?". "Hmmm", I think and sometimes ask, "where did you put them and why is that my responsibiliy?" I work 40 hrs/week, manage my household of 2 teens, 2 cats, and I clean, shop, cook, and do the bills. I have a busy and full life, so this game is not at all something I want to play in MY spare time. To be fair, the husband did contribute by "cooking" for MY dinner parties this summer...he is a master of burgers on the grill and pours a mean glass of chardonnay, which keeps me pacified.I love this blog!
A game my husband like to play is "where did you loose the remote?" we sepnd an hour looking for HIS remote which HE had last, until i get tired of it and flip the stations at the television, he sits in his chair and the missing remote appears between the cushion and the chair where he left it! BUT It doesn't appear until he sits in the chair! if i look before he sits down, it's not there.....
I'm currently in a long-distance relationship, but before this SO and I were living together... Thanks to his ability to never be able to find anything, I was able to develop the uncanny ability to spout out exactly where ANYTHING was at any moment. "Where are those tiny scissors, dear?" "On the second shelf next to the sink in the bathroom; they've fallen behind the organizer-bin and are wedged between it and the extra bottle of shampoo!"
I miss that kind of stuff...
Whenever my husband and I have company, he decides it's time to clean out the garage or basement, install a new dimmer switch, fix the garbage disposal, or some other completely UNnecessary household project. Why can't he simply scrub a toilet? I'll never get that. Everyone wonders why I'm always crabby when we're having a dinner party.
