As we head into Memorial Weekend, here’s a little snapshot from our lives this week. It’s always frustrating to me how poor Mr. P’s memory is. It’s bad enough he doesn’t hear or retain half of what I say. But on top of that, he constantly forgets things he knew before. It’s this constant process of relearning things he already knows. Anyhow, it’s been a long week and we’re ready for the weekend. Have a great weekend everyone!
Hi everyone! We are back with another comic, having now recovered from our recent trip to Taiwan.
While I love exploring new places with Mr. P, I absolutely hate the lead-up to the trip because Mr. P is pretty useless. While I spend weeks researching and carefully planning everything, he does nothing. If I assign him one task, he still manages to screw it up.
In the 15 years we’ve been together, the single most angriest moment I’ve had with him was during our honeymoon to Paris. I had taken care of every step except transportation from airport to hotel, which I asked Mr. P to take care of. In his incomplete research, he concluded the best way to get to our hotel was through the subway system. A bad idea considering this was our first time in the country, we didn’t even have the correct currency yet, and it was late at night.
So instead of an easy breezy shuttle ride that would have cost less, we went through a 3 hour ordeal trying to get to our hotel, after a 10+ hour flight. (more…)
Mr. P never helps me put away the groceries unless I specifically request him to. It’s frustrating to be trying to put away a week’s worth of produce and he’s literally just sitting there playing his phone games and doesn’t think to offer to help.
Apparently though, if a food product he loves is involved, he’ll actually make the effort. The man loves his mayonnaise. Sometimes I make us tuna fish salad, and he drowns his salad in the mayonnaise.
I hope everyone is having a great week. I’m excited the weekend is almost here!
And we’re back! Sorry for the delay. Mr. P has been quite the sickling lately. Since the start of 2015, he’s gotten sick three times. The latest two occurred back to back. First, he got a cold around the middle of March, but he couldn’t seem to kick it completely for more than 2 weeks. Then we were finally able to enjoy a few blissful days of back to normal healthy days, when he got sick yet again. And this time was the worst. He got a nasty stomach virus and took me down with him. Usually a stomach virus clears up in about 3-5 days, but this particular one lasted more than a week.
But now we’re finally better and I’ve gotten extremely strict on Mr. P’s eating habits. Before, he used to point to the fact that he never got sick, so why should he listen to me about healthy eating. Now he can’t say that anymore and I think getting sick so much this year has scared him too. He’s finally eating fruit everyday, taking walks with me, and I’ve been making him chicken soup from scratch every day to boost up his immune system.
Now about this comic. Seriously, I don’t know why people tell stuff to Mr. P. It never reaches me unless you tell me too. And it’s not as if he is Mr. Responsible. He won’t RSVP, he’s not the one arranging gifts for important milestone parties we can’t attend, etc. And of course, I’m the one who gets an earful later when we’ve missed some big event that I wasn’t even aware of! Most of my male married friends have a good system of cc’ing their wives on emails if it involves get together plans. Mr. P never does that with me. I’m pretty sure I’d go nuts if I were to find out now how much Mr. P has accidentally forgotten to tell me over the years.
Recently my close group of high school friends got together for a weekend. We rented a house and everything. Not everyone could make it, but there were a lot of us and it was nice to be able to spend an extended amount of time with everyone. It’s so much harder now that we live in different cities, have families, etc.
One thing I couldn’t help observing is how old we’ve all gotten. When we used to hang out, I had a midnight curfew so I always had to break up the party early. During this recent weekend together, nearly half the group was asleep before 11, with only a few of us still awake to hang out after, and even then, we didn’t make it to midnight. Happy weekend everyone!