Every day when 5pm strikes, Mrs.B makes a call to me and asks what I want for dinner. The daily ritual goes something like this;
MrsB: Hey babe, what do you want for dinner?Me: What do you want?MrsB: I’ll have whatever you want?Me: How about some Chicken Kiev?MrsB: No, I don’t want that. Me: Okay, how about I make us Lasagne?MrsB: No, it’s too meaty.Me: Fine. Let’s just get Fish Fingers.MrsB: No, I had fish yesterday.Me: So what do you want to eat then?MrsB: I’m not fussy, we’ll have whatever you want.
This happens every day during the week and after several months of the standard conversation where I actually have to guess what MrsB wants even though, shedoesn’t know what it is that she wants. The other day, we had the same conversation and I finally said;‘You know we do this every day? We have the same exact conversation every day?'MrsB smiles on the other end of the phone and responds with;‘Yeah, but it’s our thing.’Marriage Tip No. 56: Evidently when something isn't your thing, it's your thing. Welcome to our mutually decisive marriage.
