Since learning to type, my handwriting has truly gone to the dogs. I cannot write with a pen and paper for an extended period of time without becoming frustrated at how slow and messy it all looks (not to mention that a pad of paper doesn’t add cute little red or green squiggly lines to your document indicating you have a typo or grammar error.)

My penman ships skills are pretty much limited to writing lists and thank you cards.

I like to keep a list of errands for the week on the fridge. This morning I asked Mark to check the list and add anything he needed because I was heading out to the mall and would pick it up for him.

He examined my list and yelled upstairs to me that he just needed a razor and added it to list for me. (He now wears a “five o’clock shadow and requires some sort of gizmo to trim his facial hair to achieve such a look). I yelled back that I already added that to our list. Reading the list again he said, “No you haven’t”. Positive I had, I ran downstairs to point it out to him.

“OH!” he exclaimed. I thought that said “Shower for Mark”

Oye! I mean, I know it’s the weekend and all darling... and I know you were hoping to go out tonight and have been *studying* that Kama Sutra book of yours….but if I actually need to start making lists about personal hygiene then I think I have some serious issues to resolve.

Incidentally, he thought the second item below “Shaver for Mark” said “our fountain for downstairs”. Funny how men see something like that and just shrug it off. Although it really reads “Air Freshener”, the fact that he didn’t even question why I would be buying a fountain for the basement is beyond me….

Labels: Comic Relief, Mark