What is Wrong With Men? I Think it May Be Women...

I got home from work tonight and Tim was just getting up to get ready for work. These are the drawers he was wearing. Oh, you gotta click on the photo to get the full effect!


I asked him why on earth was he wearing them and he replied "I'm getting all the mileage I can out of these bad boys." It looked to me like the mileage ran out about three years ago. As soon as he got in the shower to get ready, I went upstairs to dig the disgusting boxers out of the trash can so I could take a picture of them. I couldn't find them in the trash can...Guess where they were?

In the laundry basket.

Does Tim really think that these deserve for me to waste laundry detergent on? For Pete's sake...he has plenty of drawers. They may not all be brand new but they certainly don't all look like these. After snapping my photo I promptly threw them in the trash. Heck, they can't even pass for a cleaning rag.

I'll have to say that Tim is pretty low maintenance. He never buys anything for himself and can always find something to eat when the kid's whine about "There's NOTHING to eat here."

We have lived on bare necessities for over a year now but Tim has always lived that way. He has tee shirts he had when I met him over 23 years ago, and they were worn out THEN! He wears a pair of shoes until they are totally worn out or has had them so long they have come back in style.

I don't buy clothes either but have friends that give Massey hand me downs and I take them over when she grows out of them. There is something to be said for being a size or two smaller than your daughter.

If Tim ever got in a car wreck and had on those undies and had to have his pants cut off and expose those drawers and I was called to the scene of the accident, I would say "I have no idea who this man is but I will pray for him."

Don't get me wrong, Tim is a wonderful man but being married to a force like me (and I don't mean "force" in a good way) for over twenty years...he gave up thinking around year two.

It is all totally my own fault. When I met him he was coming out of a horrible divorce and I took (forced) him under my wing and took right over.
It seemed like a fun project at the time and he sure was handsome to look at!

It is a complete miracle that he hasn't left or killed me. I think he would have, but is still waiting for me to tell him how to do it.

So many people get married and divorced like it is nothing. The going gets tough and they get going...out the front door as fast as they can.
Were they not listening when the minister said "For better or worse, richer or poorer?'

Heck, those are the vows I am reminded of the most and we are still hanging in there!

Marriage is a partnership. Sure, I am the managing partner but in most heterosexual marriages that is a given.

Men are the strong ones...and women are the STRONGER ones. Show me a man who can push a new born baby the size of a small watermelon out of his butt and I'll call HIM the stronger one.

Tim and I are almost to the point of falling back in "giddy" love again. If we have made it this far, if we have overcome this many obstacles, it would be a shame not to stick together to enjoy the pleasant part of the ride.

Tim is the undisputed head of our household and I am grateful for that. Of course I am the neck and usually tell him which way to turn but that is why it is called a "Partnership."

Headed to the Sock Shop in Griffin to buy my man some new drawers as soon as I can... and when I do he will act like I have bought him a new car!

That's a good man.

He doesn't ask for much, puts up with a lot and has stayed in it for the long haul. I am lucky to have him. For all the grief I give him, I wouldn't trade places with anyone for any amount of money. We have created a life and family together, have made it through thick and thin and still love each other.

Other couples should BE so lucky.

Til next time...Counting those blessings again, COTTON