As I sit and wonder what in the hell I could have done to render myself non-ambulatory (among other various ponderings), I find myself watching reruns of Sex and the City. Thank God for TBS, as there are a few episodes which I missed.
As mentioned in a much eariler-dated post, I've recently remarried. I have learned many things from marriage in general. I am finding out lately I have a lot more to learn.
So, in honor of my evening of TV watching and Nilla Wafer binging, and because it coincides with my life at present, in true Carrie fashion I must ask what are we fighting about?
The answers seem to be endless.
Q: "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
A: "I dunno. Whatever you'd like to have. You pick."
This, for some ungodly reason, sparks an arguement.
One of us works a full-time evening-shift job and has 2 daughters which spend every-other-weekend with us. The other of us works full-time days, goes to school 2 evenings a week, takes an online college class, is a full-time mother, and as of today, is pretty much stationary to the couch because of an unknown back injury. So, which one of us should clean up the house and make a stab at reducing the laundry pile?
That's ok, no answer required.
Is it absolutely necessary to plan an entire day to the minute the day before? We're talking a movie and a quick supper here, people. Not a formal resturaunt and the opera.
What's wrong with a man returning an item to Wal-mart, ordering lunch over the phone and/or picking it up at a place with no drive-thru window, or eating supper once a night - before 11pm?
Again, no answer required.
I have a great-looking, intelligent and loving husband whom I trust implicitly - which, in my experience, is damn well difficult to come by. I'm thankful for him and adore him completely.
These things are not to be questioned.
What's the answer? Another good question.
On a lighter note, the movie of interest this week was Racing Stripes. Cute show! The flies....too funny!
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
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