The family room tree last evening...the crazy tree that cats climb, dogs steal candy canes from, the calico angel never sits atop properly, is filled with mostly the inexpensive plain colored glass balls and silver tinsel of my childhood, is nothing fancy, and is just lots of sparkle and fun.
Around here today: "Honey, did you bring home the list of people you wanted to send Christmas cards to this year, business-wise, etc.?" (Each year Mark brings home a list, but it is actually myself who addresses and sends them out, a job I don't mind doing at all, but rather like to take care of it in a timely manner, if you get my drift...i.e. before Christmas week.) His reply, "Oh, no, I keep forgetting to do that. You know what, why I don't I take care of that for you this year?" Hmmmm...knowing Mark as I do in matters such as these, I countered laughingly with, "Okay, I wasn't born yesterday, so I am pretty certain this means that these cards are not going out this year, am I close?" He just chuckled and said, "Well, I never actually said they would be going out, I just indicated I would take care of it for you."
With men, being able to read between the lines is key. Always, however, I am amused by the wiles. And yes, the cards will go out, no matter when he gets the addresses to me. It's one of those things that scores me extra points around here. Extra points are always good.
And yesterday: Shopping for computer parts (not my forte)
Me: "Do you have a hard driver for the outside?"
Clerk: "Do you mean an external drive?"
Me: "Yes, I suppose I do."
Clerk: "What size would you like?"
Me: "They come in different sizes?"
Clerk: "Yes, how many gigabytes do you want?"
Me: "You know what, maybe my husband should come in and take care of this."
Clerk: "That might be best."
I could see the writing on the wall...another Blu-ray incident in the making. Best to quit while it still feels like you have some dignity.