Okay, bored at work so I thought I\'d post up a little piece from the ongoing saga of my relationship between my wife, myself and my legally married lesbian neighbors.
My neighbors have been together for 17 years, and recently were able to get legally married. Their quite happy together and I am happy for them. Their decent people with one minor character flaw, they absolutely loathe me.
Now a little about myself. I\'m not the super mans-man, but I am a butcher by trade, can drink a couple of cases of beer if I put my mind to it, and they seem to think that amongst other things I am \"Exhibit A\" in a trial to showcase how useless men are. I mow my lawn when I absolutely have to, I shovel a car shaped patch out of my driveway about every third snow, I don\'t change the oil in my car myself, and I don\'t wash my car more then twice a year.
My nieghbors are extremely anal about their house and all their possesions. My nieghbors will shovel the snow three times WHILE it\'s still snowing. My neighbors have two lawnmowers, one for the first cut and a super expensive golf course style hand mower for the SECOND cut. I have no problem with them but they DON\'T like me. So my wife and I like to have fun with them.
My wife smokes and it\'s disgusting. What\'s worse is she has quit twice for a period of a year when sh was pregnant only to start smoking afterwards. Dummy! So our private deal is that when she goes outside to smoke she has to DO something. Usually she\'ll shovel the walks in winter or mow in summer. After a heavy snowfall my wife went out for a puf and started shovelling the 10inches of wet snow off the sidewalk. It was quiet outside and I could hear the conversation my neighbor started about \"Why doesn\'t Scott get out here and at least help you\". My wife answered \"My husband spends all day at work so it\'s not right that he should come home and have to do any housewark if I am able to.\" Bless her heart! \"Well that doesn\'t seem fair...\" and then my neighbor started into a rant about how old fashioned that way of thinking is. So I hammered my fist on the front window loudly, and they both turned around and saw me staring at them in my boxers. I pointed my finger at the snow and looked pissed. \"Well I better get back to work.\" My wife said \"He needs me to cook him supper after I\'m done, and I know he\'s hungry after a long day at work.\" Some days I actually love my wife.
At another time a political candidate in the provincial election came buy. My wife and the two neighbors were at the foot of the driveway. The candidate introduced herself and asked if they had any questions about the coming election. \"My husband makes all the important decisions in the house.\" Was my wifes answer.