If You Give A Man A Project…

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If You Give A Man A Project…

Midsection of man with shopping cart in hardware store Sunday morning, SuperHubby announced, “I have a project to do.”

I cringed.

“It’s a small project,” he said quickly. “I just might have to run out to the hardware store for a little bit.”

“So what you really mean,” I said, “Is ‘I have a small project that’s actually a large project to do. I’m going to run to the store to pick up everything I think I need, but then when I get home, I’ll discover I’ve actually forgotten the most crucial part I need to complete said project. Much cussing will ensue, and I’ll attempt to finagle the project into submission without going back for said part. More cussing will ensue. Then I’ll get hungry, take a break for lunch, and after the kids are down for nap, I will have forgotten exactly how I was going to finagle said project. So I’ll go back to the store for that last crucial part (and to return three other parts I thought I would need but didn’t), and then I will come home and discover that completing this project has inspired three more projects that need to be completed today, despite me not knowing I had a need for them until this very minute, and I actually needed two of those parts that I returned, plus eighteen more.’”

“Is this like ‘If You Give SuperHubby A Project’?” SuperHubby said.

“Yes. Exactly like that.”

He grinned at me. “You forgot the part about how many beers it’ll take to complete the project.”

Ladies… our husbands. :-) Gotta love ‘em.