Why Oh Why Don’t Men Listen???

Look, I know it’s stupid and illogical and I know I’m overreacting, and he did clean the mouse poop out of the cabinet– wearing gloves and a mask, but when he asked me, “Where do you want me to put the containers?”

I replied, my answer unequivocal, “Set them in the sink.

Set them in the sink…  

A clear and concise statement if I ever heard one.

So why, when I came back inside, did I find the containers, which had been touching mouse poop and pee (and therefore potentially harboring Hanta Virus) stacked on my kitchen counter, on my CUTTING BOARD, and leaning against lemons, avocados and the coffee carafe?

Tell me why?

Horrified, I asked, “Why did you stack them here?”

He said, “Cuz you told me to.”

I gritted my teeth so I wouldn’t screech. Instead I said, “I said set them in the sink.”

While the chances of contracting Hanta Virus are probably one in a million, that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want a single molecule of mouse poop or mouse pee, not even a smidge, on my counter top or on my CUTTING BOARD or touching the food we eat.

Thank god for a full container of Clorox Disinfecting Wipes.

Now… somebody better hold me back because I am so tempted to fwaap him with a wet mop.  In his defense, he did go out and buy a humane mousetrap.  And set it up for me.  And he says he’ll release the mouse if we catch it.




The difference between men and women.

First the visual evidence:

As you know, I can’t go outdoors in the daylight… yet.  Stupid yellow jackets.  And in any case I’m ill because my husband generously shared his virus with me.

Yesterday he did me a huge favor- he watered my garden which was in desperate need of watering.  I asked him if he’d also pick green beans for supper.  And herein lies the difference between men and women.

On your left, you’ll see three green beans– the sum total of his harvest.

On your right, you’ll see what I picked this morning before the sun came out from behind the clouds.

And that, my friends, is the difference between men and women in a non-sporting activity – aside from Tom Stronach who would have made sure to find every single bean.

My husband knows I’m posting this – he suggested the post, and even took the photo, because he thought it was pretty funny when I showed him the difference.  What’s even funnier is I don’t like green beans.  He loves them so I grow them.