Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Husband Wins One. But Just One.

How long does it take for my husband to win an argument with me?

More than eight years.

That is how long he has bitched and kvetched and moaned and bellowed and complained about two scrub oak trees which constantly drop leaves onto our back deck. And we're not talking just in the fall. All year long, leaves descend onto the deck, making a mess and prompting much bitching and kvetching and moaning and bellowing and complaining from Pete.

Yesterday?



Looking up at the sky today from the back deck?



Sigh. Here's hoping he won't start noticing how dirty the floors are now that he no longer has the deck to focus on.

2 comments:

Jomama said...

Was he complaining because it was his job to sweep the leaves that fell on the deck?

If so, then he can clean the kitchen floors instead, am I right?

Patois said...

OH, GOD. THIS REQUIRES ALL CAPS TO SAY YOU ARE BRILLIANT!

It was actually a kid's job to sweep the deck, but that fell to the wayside faster than the leaves fell on the deck.

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