I think if Jo could talk we would have great conversations like Greg and I used to have . . . I miss those. Probably why I talk to Miles so often. Bob and I barely talk - he says so little and I feel like it's prying if I ask questions, so, we barely talk. So, what keeps us together?

Again, I did the diplomatic thing and came home to ask his opinion on dinner - and I had plenty of suggestions - Taco Bell, Red Lobster, Mac and Cheese, sandwiches, Japanese, Olive Garden - he chose Japanese hibachi grill style - great, except half the time it tears up my system - which it did tonight. - SIGH-

Some shit I need to get off my chest

Women know what we want - for the most part. By the time we've arrived home after work (all the women I really know, WORK - we get up in the morning and have a definite purpose and we go out and do it.) Anyway, by the time we get home after work we usually - say 90% of the time - know what we want for dinner and how the rest of the day should go. But, if we have a someone waiting at home, we consider that they might have some input and want to listen to what they'd like.

Sooooo - I put aside my instinct to just stop at the store, get something for dinner and go home and "announce" what we are having - instead, I go home to find him yet again, sitting in front of the TV with the xbox game going full blast, him still in his work clothes (an hour and a half after getting home), no dishes done, no trash out, no sheets done in the laundry, no mail collected from the box, no ice melter splashed on the driveway. Came home, greeted him, and told him I need to go to the grocery, do you need anything? Yes, he wanted to go to the store, but what was it I needed to get? I'm fucking tired of reporting what I am going to spend MY MONEY for at the store!!!!!

Fast forward to after dinner (which I made, served, cleaned up after) - he came in the family room and plopped his butt on the sofa while I emptied and re-filled the dishwasher, finished drying and folding the sheets, then the comforter, so I could then wash work clothes - umm - he gets the benefit of the sheets, towels and comforter, but why do I have the responsibility for making sure they are clean and dry???