All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
I planted flowers. I have this idealistic version of a patio where dogs don't dig up flowers and cats don't eat all the chives before they have a chance to grow. We'll see if my idealistic plant growing world continues. For now, though, I have really pretty flowers and I even created a water feature.
It seemed like an appropriate day to do outdoorsy things today. And fuck me if everyone else on the fucking planet didn't have the same fucking idea. I waltzed (yes, literally...fuck no) over to my local nursery that I LOVE and picked out all the plants that I will nurture and love until June 4th when I leave to go home for 2 1/2 weeks and my husband will promptly forget to water and kill. I don't know why I bother. I suppose it might be so that I have something to constantly hold over his head.
Actually, that is something funny that happened the other day. Here is a conversation between the husband and I:
TH: You need to call the credit card to find out what is going on.
Me: I don't wanna (in a whiney voice) I always have to call places. I hate calling places.
TH: Well I hate it too but I am at work and it is hard for me to call from work.
Me: But I ALWAYS CALL!!!!!!! And I hate it.
TH: Fine I'll do it....but you need to find all the information for me to take with me so I can call from work.
Me: NO...I'll do it.
TH: Why? No I will.
Me: No I will because then I can be the marytr. If you do it then you have the upper hand. If I do it, I am still in charge and I can still make you do things because I did the last thing.
TH: Well then I want to do it.
Me: No...I am doing it.
TH: Fine....then. But now that I know what you are up to I am not letting you take advantage of me.
Me: Yeah right...
