Truthfully, I think it begins in the womb. Some believe if you carry your weight in the front like a round basketball, you’re having a boy. (Does anyone see the irony in that?) Picking up significant weight in the caboose means you’re having a girl which seems painfully symbolic since we women spend a lifetime obsessing about our behinds.
My point is…. we’re different! The activity in my home this week is proof. Let me give you some background.
My husband loves gadgets, in fact, every year for Christmas I can expect some kind of gadget or appliance as a gift. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but if you can’t wear it or slip your finger into it, it falls outside the acceptable boundaries for holiday gift giving.
This past weekend he purchased two flat screen TVs to replace the Tyrannosaurus Rex’s we were still using from the 90’s. When he informed me of these purchases, my response was “what’s wrong with the ones we have?” (the line he consistently uses each time I suggest a room remodel.) The next hour was filled with the exuberant chatter of a little boy with a brand new toy. All I heard was “blah blah blah…. BlueRay..blah blah blah….remote.. blah blah blah… High Definition.”
The TV’s are now installed. Comcast has already left the building and we now have exciting new gadgets to play with and movies to watch in high definition.
As for me….. I’m noticing that the TVs are a different color than the old ones, which may require new paint color on the walls…. which would then require new curtains….and speaking of color…. it’s time for a new pedicure.
Meanwhile, my man is searching for the location of the Mute button, a feature he probably wishes was available for the woman in his life.