Saturday, January 12, 2008

Men....

We set off on an adventure today to look at a house about 90+ minutes away...He is considering buying it for a rental or possibly a retreat for the family...

I don't know about you - but, my weekends are usually planned out in my mind around Wednesday...I work all week - so Saturday is the day to get the laundry done, the groceries bought, the house...well...house cleaning depends on whether I think anyone is coming in the near future...but, I digress....You get the picture...Packed...that's what my weekends seem to be...packed

I thought this particular weekend might be a good time to put the Christmas decorations away...yup...go ahead and look at the calendar - it is January 12th...I know....

Oh, about 10:00 Thursday night, He springs this little trip on me...I know how He operates - we are talking an all day adventure...

OKAY...we haven't had much alone time..."sounds fun" I say...

As we leave the house, get on the freeway...I mention do you have the key to the house? (This house is in the family, niece's and for sale)... He laughs, as though what a stupid question...decides he does not have it...We BACK UP the on-ramp...I tend to pull out a brown paper sack and put it over my head when He pulls this stuff.

We go back to the house...he comes out with 3 individual keys..."I think it is one of these" He says.

As anal as I am...when said key was given to me, I would have put it on it's own little ring and attached an identifying label...HE THINKS IT IS ONE OF THESE????

We drive for almost two hours...as we near the town...I ask if he has the address of said house. He again looks at me with THAT look....Of, course he has the address, what kind of idiot do I think he is?

He digs around in his pockets...ends up calling brother to get address...

We find house, of course driveway is not shoveled and we have no boots...trudge through knee deep snow to get to the front door...and....wait for it.....NONE of the f-ing keys fit!!!!

Did I mention I wanted to spend the day putting away Christmas?

He's very lucky I didn't kill him.

3 comments:

Becky said...

Oh Alaina, I would have bopped him on the head immediately! What is it with men? Can never ask for directions and just expect the universe to align for them?

Was the house at least worth the drive? Could you see in the windows? (Or is someone still living there?)

Next Sat He should get to put up all the Xmas Decorations alone while you spend the day at Barnes and Noble with a coffee and oogling all the new knitting books. [smirk]

NH Knitting Mama said...

Your title says it all after reading this story (sorry, fellas!)

Why do they do this stuff to us? And they're the first ones to ask, "Honey, where are my clean underwear?"... as they have their hands on them in the underwear drawer.

Alana - Knit Wit said...

Oh my goodness... I have a man very similar to that. Sometimes I get so mad I could just bust. And I rant... and I rave... but all to no avail. If they haven't figured it out by this age (and they obviously haven't!!), they never will!