Sunday, May 29, 2011

Those Two Little Words

Here at Me, CherkyB, I rarely wax philosophical. Lately, I haven't been waxing much of anything.

Saying that made me think about how I have never waxed my truck, despite having it over a year. Unless you count carwash wax. But I digress.

The past week has given me pause to reflect upon the power of two simple words in our language. You see, last weekend was what we like to call PMS Weekend. I've noted that before. Actually, a number of times, given it is a regular occurrence. The Mrs. was all crabby and blaming it on me, as per usual. She even rehashed the standard revelation:
Me, CherkyB: "Why do you have to be so nasty?"

The Mrs.: "I'm not nasty. You're the nasty one. You know why you think I'm nasty? You know what's different this time?"

Me, CherkyB: "Oh for God's sake. Don't give me that, 'I've just decided not to put up with your crap anymore,' line again. Every month you get really nasty, and then you say, 'I've just decided not to put up with your crap anymore,' like it's some kind of new behavior. It's PMS. In a couple of days, it'll be over, and you'll be back to normal."

The Mrs.: "It is not PMS. I've just decided not to put up with your crap anymore, and so you interpret that as me being nasty."

Me, CherkyB: "Yes dear."

[I might note that about a half hour later, The Mrs. came wandering into the room and declared, "You were right. It was just PMS." I thought I'd immortalize that here, but she'll probably deny it and insist she just decided not to put up with my crap anymore right up until the very moment her PMS ended, and then she decided to put up with it again "for the sake of the marriage."]

So, in the couple days leading up to that fateful moment, I got to use those two little words that all marriage counselors and self-help gurus tell you are the key to a lasting relationship. I know, I know, it's kind of cliché, but you all know that deep down inside, I'm a sappy romantic. I'm pretty sure I've talked about that before.

You all know what I'm talking about. The two magic words that make it all OK:

Right now.
"You have no idea how much I hate you...right now."

See? All better.


The Dalai Lama said...

If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.

CherkyB said...

When I nsed advice from a Communist, I'll let ya'll know.

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Rhonda said...

here in our house, it's ALWAYS PMS. I just hate that. Sucks.

Anonymous said...

I enjoy reading your blog not because I relate as I am not male, nor married, nor straight, but you are a very entertaining, and amusing should blog more, and write a book! Tell the missus she does not appreciate you, so says your public! cheers! ;)