This is a tale about my husband. Keep in mind I love him to pieces, but it's just, well.....he is a man. A few days ago I was talking to my very dear friend Lynda on the phone. We were exchanging amusing stories about our spouses and generally having a good laugh. These stories consisted of things like, he will empty the trash but not replace the trash bag. Or, he will vacuum the kitchen but not the family room. He will put away some of the dishes, but not all of them, you know how this goes, I'm sure you have had the same thoughts.
Well I finished our conversation with, did you ever notice that when your husband drops something all over the floor and it breaks into a million pieces you jump up to help. But when you drop something and it makes a mess, he continues doing whatever it is he was doing and doesn't blink. Ha, ha, big laugh and we were done.
This brings me to last night. While my husband was cooking, yes he is our main cook and I am our clean up person, I decided to clean the floor as it was pretty gross with the mess he was making. He was outside grilling so the coast was clear. That is until he came inside and opened the refrigerator and one of our shelves broke. Out tumbled a jar of cocktail sauce, a jar of tarter sauce and a jar of pickles. The jar of pickles remained intact but the other two shattered all over and left a heaping mess. We both got down on the floor for a second, and I began picking up glass and wiping up the mess. My husband got up after about 10 seconds and said, "I'll get the vacuum". Great idea but you can't vacuum up this mess, until all the tarter sauce, cocktail sauce and big pieces of glass are picked up. Which I informed him.
Then as I was telling him the story of Lynda's and my conversation, I looked over and what is he doing? Reading a cooking magazine. Seriously, while I am talking to him about men not cleaning up their own mess, he is reading, while I clean it up. Does this sort of thing happen to you, too?