Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wild Goose Chase
I can smell a wild good chase a mile away. My beloved (bless his heart) cannot. We have been married 15 years this year and it took me about 2 years to figure out that he, my daughter and son do not, and probably will never be able to 1. know when something is a wild good chase, 2. if it sounds to good to be true--it probably is, 3. not be a sucker for a gadget.....and there are other things......but that's enough now. The only thing that I can think is that it must be genetic.
Now you ask what made me think about this? Because tonight was David's latest wild goose chase. Let me explain. There was a sign up at the school that our gkids attend that said something like this. "Country Music Show--dinner at 6 and show at 7." It was not in the local paper, nobody was saying anything about it, there were no flyers up in town and most of all......most of all........there was nothing on the sign, nor did anybody know who the singers would be. Okay? Okay.
David was all excited about going and I love music just as much as he does, but I began to smell the wild goose chase right away. Now I had planned to go, but after a day of cleaning/washing/etc. I was just too tired. I tried to make him see the light and get him to stay home and just veg out in front of the TV......but noooooooooo. Anyway, this is one time I didn't tag along, I decided that I would rather stay home and finish washing/folding/putting up clothes. (Now what does that tell you?)
He was home by 8:30, and I didn't say I told you so, but I did tease him a little........ok......more than a little. It must have been pretty bad, because normally he would have come home telling me every thing, but all he will say is that it was ok.
See, if he had just listened to me.........