Monday, May 9, 2011

Men Die First

Somebody said, "men die before women because they want to." It’s true, it’s true. Recently I watched a video explaining the difference between a man’s brain and a woman’s brain. Men have everything stored in boxes. If you want to talk about something, they open the box with that information - being careful not to disturb the other boxes. Women, on the other hand, have a brain that is likened to a ball of wire - everything touching everything and driven by emotion.

My wife had a Yorkie. I called it flea bag. That wasn’t it’s name, but that’s what I called it.  The dog answered to it.

She and the dog would sit on the couch with the TV on and sleep. I would watch whatever I wanted since they both were asleep. Since I go to bed before she does, she and the dog would wake only momentarily when I got up.

I do the vacuuming in our house. Many years ago, I commented that she was not running the vacuum right. I’ve been doing it ever since.

We have a light color carpet and since I vacuum, I note any spots. I told her that the dog was wetting on the carpet at night while she slept. She assured me that the dog did not get up while she slept and was not peeing on the carpet.

After much discussion and knowing she would defend the dog to the death, I finally said, "one of you is peeing on the carpet. Which ever one of you it is, I want it stopped."

I had a favorite shirt. It was a pull over with stripes. When it finally became too worn to wear out in public, I wore it on Saturdays to work in the yard or doing work on the car. My wife made many comments about the shirt had ragged sleeves and was generally just worn out. I didn’t care. It was my favorite shirt.

One Saturday, I went to the closet to get my shirt, but it wasn’t there. I though it must still be in the laundry and so I got another shirt. When I went to the garage to do some work on the car, I found my shirt in the rag box. The shirt promptly went back into the laundry.

On the next Saturday, the shirt was not in the closet, in the rag box or anywhere else I could find it. Never saw that shirt again.

Why do men die first? I just told you.

PMO

©2011

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