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EDITORIAL COMMENTARY
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
In My Opinion...Not That You Asked
By: Scot P. Bauer
Marriage
During the 2 1/2 years that I've been married, I've come to appreciate the incredible amount of communication that it takes to make a good marriage work. Like all married couples, we have disagreements about many things, and those topics vary widely. Just this last Saturday, as we were lying in bed during the early morning hours, The Wife and I were in disagreement. The subject matter is one that all couples face: what brand of pancake syrup we had purchased a few days earlier. She foolishly thought we had Miss Butterworth, and I was forced to correct her mistake by bringing to her attention that it was actually Aunt Jamima.
It's not really The Wife's fault, since she's only a wee kid at 29, and she attended school in the Northeast.
Anyway, I was explaining to The Wife the foolishness of her ways, but she was adamant. Being that we are both mature adults, the conversation turned physical and suddenly a mad scramble to the kitchen ensued. Being the perfect gentlemen, I tackled The Wife to the floor and added a few pillows to slow her down. She, being a vicious and vindictive simpleton who just doesn't know her syrup, grabbed my foot on the way by, causing me to stumble. We both jumped to our feet, bouncing off the walls on our way down the hall as our dogs ran around our legs keeping us both off balance.
Technically speaking, I arrived at the kitchen first. Unbeknownst to me, my beautiful Bride had previously 'hidden' the offending syrup in the pantry, which was in the opposite direction that I turned. Since she had planned ahead for the Syrup Encounter, she must have CHANGED THE BRAND just to prove her point! She had obviously hid the real stuff and slipped in Miss Buttersworth to prove her point! I did not realize how underhanded she could be. The nerve!!
There sure are plenty of things not spelled out in the Marriage Brochure. Like the part about how all my cool belongings would disappear and be replaced with 'girly stuff.' Or how my beautiful WWII German tank painting on the Western Front was relocated to the laundry room. (In her weak defense she said the colors matched better in there!) I don't recall any mention about a requirement to eat dinner at the kitchen table, instead of in front of the TV, as God himself had intended. And just what seems to be the problem with an occasional game of Ricochet Death Frisbee played in the living room? Why does The Wife pick out my clothes any time we go out? I already know that flip-flops match everything. Just where do all my comfortable, perfectly functional, yet worn out underwear go? Why does The Wife not understand that empty pizza boxes are a form of abstract art? It's all so confusing...
Life is a learning experience, and marriage is just one of those I'll just have to figure out on the way. I love my wife dearly, but next time we have a serious argument, I'm going to use the tackle & pillows, followed by a blanket or two, and maybe some tickling until she agrees with me. It's tough love, but I'm in it for the long haul.
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