Men are from Mars

Just an observation on some of the differences between Tim and me.  Tim opens up the refrig (mind you the one in the moho is NOT that big) and asks where the mustard is.  “It’s on the shelf in front of you.” “No, it’s not.”  “Yes, it is.”  “Well, you come and find it then.”  I get up, walk over to the refrig and move the mayo jar to the side and hand him the mustard.  I’m afraid that if I took a trip back to the Midwest to see grandkids leaving him here…he would starve.  He wouldn’t find anything in the refrigerator let alone the pantry.  If he had to take anything out from the bottom bays…he wouldn’t be able to get it all back in.  You see, I’m a packer.  I should have worked for a moving company.  Nobody packs like I can.  I’ve moved 2 kids, an old English sheepdog, my grandmother’s rocking chair and an ironing board in a VW bug…all at the same time.  One of my better packs. 

Neon lights better be flashing for whatever he’s looking for.  He’s not about to move things aside to look for something.  He asked me where a certain book was the other day and I told him where.  He said it wasn’t where I told him.  I (once again) got up, went to where the book was, retrieved it and handed it to him.  You see, there was a stack of books and the one he wanted was on the bottom…without neon lights.  I rest my case.