Okay, I’m not one to gripe. Okay, I am, but..
Men drive me crazy sometimes. And not in a good way.
Take my husband. Now, there is lots to love about the man. He’s good-looking, smart, and can totally handle himself. BUT, he aggravates the fire out of me when we get ready to go on vacation. If you don’t know by now, we are going to Disney World on Friday. I’ve worked for six months on this vacation, booking the dining, reserving the hotel, researching air fare and comparing rates. Well, needless to say, we are not flying because I actually like having two kidneys and not sure how organs on the black market are selling. But three days ago, my husband decided he can get a better price and we’ll just fly.
No. Guess he had to see it for himself.
Now I’m washing clothes, packing, getting the pets sitted, etc. and this morning he gives me a list. Yes, you didn’t read wrong. A list. Here’s what it looks like:
pick up his medicine at Walgreens
get the license plate put on car
get the oil changed on car (we bought the car two weeks ago)
get an extra set of headphones
secure the camp
Oh, and he just called to tell me the garbage didn’t get down to the road. Could I do that, too? Sure. I don’t have anything better to do. Ugh. Men.
Sometimes I wonder if he married me for an extra set of hands or something. He hands this stuff off to me like I’m an employee. Yessir, Mr. Husband. It’s no wonder we gals love to escape in a romance book when we can wrap our wrinkly hands (from washing dishes) around at book. I want to read about men who sweep me off my feet, not demand I put my hiking boots on because I’m going to be a little busy for the next century. I want a man to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, not the instructions for how to charge the video camera. I want moonlight and roses, not bank deposit books and estimated tax payments.
All I can say is “Thank God for Romance Writers!” Maybe I’ll just escape into my new Victoria Dahl book before I go match up those socks and hunt for the old headphones for the car DVD player. Yeah. That sounds nice, huh?
What about you? Have anything that’s been driving you to escape into a book?