This article appeared in our Saturday local paper and I was so entertained that I thought I'd share it with all of you. I was laughing while reading it and my husband asked me what's so funny. It was just like him.
Well now, that's very amusing, and I get to wear my husbands shoes for awile! I know that's how he must feel!! Funny! He has a 'look' , a very blank, hazed over look, that he gets when I talk about flowers and soil, butterflies and Daylilies! He trys soooo hard to look interested, but he doesn't know that I know about the 'look'. That is when he is not listening!!
It is a proven scientific fact that women are "white noise" to men
or when we are young and madly in love...they hear our voices as one listens to the birds twittering in the trees...so if you want to make sure the other half listened to what you said- ask them to repeat it ...most times you will get a shock at what they say ...this is not an urban legend. :)
This is the first year my husband is actually looking at the garden. He'll put on his sandals (with socks, sometimes) and say he has to go look at HIS babies. He has no clue what they are. He keeps asking me which ones will come back next year or which do I have to replant. (WOW, progress) I think he thinks that he might have a say in what goes on next year. I'll have to let him think that because he won't know if what I plant is what he wanted planted or not.
My husband is every bit as bad as that guy in the artical, mine says things like, oh I saw the deer at that green bush near the drive, YEH like what green bush, the whole area is covered in bushes, shrubs and trees, "oh, you meen the red flowering Rhododendron", no there are no flowers on it, no, they finnished flowering in june, well I dont know what you call it, but it is green and is a bush, so how do you try to educate that kind of helpfullness I ask, or I say to him at the first cut of the grass on our banking. Please honey, dont cut the foliage of the dead bluebells as I want the foliage to just die down natural so it goes back into the bulbs, Right he say's, so come show me which colour are the bluebells, so I tell him, Dahhhhhh, bluebels, er, these will be the blue ones, ye yells, so how have I suposed to know they are bluebells, you have loads of flowers that are blue, yes I do have, but these dont flower till summer, so I get, so how have I suposed to know all that, it goes on like that every year, but then I hear him tell some total stranger that WEEEEEE, grow Rhododendrons and bluebells, so you cant win really, just accept the garden is your domane and he is allowed into it if he has behaved, or you need a large hole dug or the lawn cut, other than that. forget it. WeeNel.