Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Junked mail

don't read this post if you object to trash talk...

My husband shouted upt the stairs "Any mail today?"

"Oh yeah," I bellowed back, "It's on the counter."

"Which counter?"

Oh heavens, must I point out everything? "The kitchen counter, of course."

By now, I'm downstairs wondering how blind a soul can be. Alas, there on the kitchen counter is a small pile of catalogues and empty envelopes.

"You didn't throw it away, did you?"

What does he think I am anyway? "No, of course not," I said as I grabbed the kitchen trash bin and began to look through it.

Well...yeah...maybe I did...

6 comments:

kenju said...

Yep, been there, and done that!

Wendy said...

Oh yeah, been there too! LOL!

Laura said...

I would just like to acknowledge the number of useless things a person remembers before we can be looked at askance for trashing the mail.

Anonymous said...

This is always my reply to women who sometimes forget trivial things. Does your husband know where the kids' shot records are? Does he know all the kids shoes sizes and clothing sizes? Does he know those things about you or even himself? I think that after a certain age, the smartest woman has the right to say,"Memory full."

Haralee said...

How about looking in your hands and find what you are looking for afterall!

femail doc said...

Dear Laura and Anon: Points well taken; I may write up a little card with anon's rant.

Haralee: Oh yes, done that too!