February 14, 2017
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If Arnie didn”t cook, we”d starve. But then again, if I didn”t do the laundry, we”d stink. So I”m not entirely undomesticated. In fact, one of the most thoughtful gifts he ever gave me was a vacuum cleaner. I can”t imagine throwing a pouty tantrum over something like that (or looking through his phone, nagging, or most of the weird things I hear my silly sisters getting up to).
We rarely argue and are both pretty low-maintenance. I worried when I read about how much of a strain menopause can place on a marriage, for instance, but the entire experience was basically:
Me, age 45: I”ll be going through menopause soon.
Him: Oh, please! Don”t be silly.
Me, age 50: Looks like I”m going through menopause.
Him: Hardly.
Me, age 52: Well, looks like that whole menopause thing is over.
Him: Huh?
In other words: Worst. Sitcom. Ever.
I don”t expect to get flowers today. Candy is the last thing I need. Going out for dinner on a freezing February weeknight is more of a pain than a treat. I bought Arnie a card because it had a zombie on it, and we”re into The Walking Dead. I know he didn”t get me one, too. I don”t care.
Much to my amazement, he still hasn”t “fired” me from this particular job, and that’s good enough.
