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Oh yes I have and finally I may have stumbled upon a clue as to why men
fall in love with the girl, marry the woman and then treat us like we’re
their mother’s. 

Men, you are free to set me straight on this if I’m not justified in my
opinion.  Frankly, I doubt most men would write in since that means taking
time to actually sit in one place and “Think”. Let’s not forget the
hand/eye coordination  thing   Yeah...yeah...yeah. We’ve heard the one that
women can’t walk and chew gum at the same time  and how it thrills us to
hear it over and over.  Can you men get a little group together and come up
with some newly improved enlightened remarks ? Thank you very much !

Now listen. Before you guys get all hot under the collar and go borrowing a
typewriter (just to prove me wrong) let’s THINK about this for a moment. 
Do you remember when you first met your wife? How you sat there and gave
her that (goo goo eyes) stare. Like you’d been propelled into outer space
and was seeing the galaxy for the first time in your life. Yeah,   That 
Look.....If you’re smiling, you remember.  Well now when we see that look
in your eyes it’s because you’re waiting for the homemade apple pie ala
mode or the phone just rang and Jerry’s telling you it’s not only on for
Friday night but Joe managed to hire a stripper for Dave’s bachelor party.

How about the way you men sit around in the family room bragging to each
other that you’re getting a new Bass boat....17 footer..that baby has
everything. Then you laugh, look to see if your wife heard you and say,
“Ain’t that so Baby !?”  As if you aren’t quite sure what her nod meant you
say to your friends, “ Go ahead ask her, she’ll tell ya !”  Only then do
you laugh and go on to say what a wonderful wife you have.  Some men act
macho in front of their friends and say things like. “By God, she doesn’t
tell me what to do! Do ya Baby?” 

It’s beyond me how women are supposed to keep all this comic relief to
ourselves. 
Don’t you men see that laughing at the things you say, the way you say them
and let’s not forget the things you do is our way of saying  “I love
you....don’t I Honey?”

I’ve been on this Bingo kick lately. Honestly girls it’s because Russ
doesn’t talk to me. So I go to Bingo and sit across from Bobby ( a guy in
uniform) he’s a security guard for McDonalds or something. We sit and I
listen to him start whining from the get go about how he’ll be late for
work if they don’t hurry up.  But he’s talking to me. Well, I’d think Russ
would encourage me before I leave the house. Ya know....Good Luck
Honey...how about...Have Fun Sweetheart. Oh no, not Russ.  Come to think of
it that’s the kind of stuff he should try saying to me before we go to bed
.Maybe I wouldn’t care that he doesn’t talk to me then.

In my house I am assured of finding the empty glass setting in the pool of
evaporated liquid. There’s no chance any of my male family members will
remember to pick it up, walk twenty steps into the kitchen and put it in
the sink. Not a chance in you know where.
Everytime I see that or their dirty underware in the bathroom floor or the
toothpaste spattered on the mirror I think, “UT oh....It’s MOMMY TIME” 

Somedays they even have the nerve to say, “Well, I don’t see why you can’t
just get it on your way to the kitchen.” It really makes me wonder if those
PKU tests they do on newborns are all that accurate. Or if perhaps the
testing done on the male species is graded on a curve!

Regardless we have to love ‘em. Try to get them out of the house as soon as
possible but love ‘em anyway. It does seem that Russ acts more bewildered
with the boys living at home. Maybe it’s a territorial thing but instead of
spraying they compete for the..”I’m Dumber Than You Are and I Can Prove It”
award.

I gotta go girls...Russ has that “LOOK” in his eyes.

Continue to write in. As always..it’ll be our little secret