On "The" Suitcase

Last week we were at dinner at some good friends' place. They live in an area where we've been looking for a new house to rent, so we stopped by and ended up staying for dinner. We had a great time, especially because we learned about The Suitcase.

Our friends have been married about 20 years, so they have A LOT of experience on being married! They keep all their luggage in their garage for when they travel, except for a single suitcase that resides in the master bedroom's closet. Apparently, every now and then- and always in turn!- one of the two gets so fed up with the other that starts packing to leave. We were incredulous!!

"What do you mean you pack to leave??"
"Well, either me or her get so pissed off with the other we decide we're going to leave. So while one packs, the other goes and bothers: "Did you remember the underwear?", "Have you packed enough socks?", and so on. We usually make up before the suitcase is closed!"
"Wait- don't you feel a bit silly every time you pull out the suitcase screaming "I'm leaving!", knowing you won't really?"
"Well, every time we really think it's going to be the last time we do it!"

And I thought we were weird because we always speak Italian, but we argue in English!

On Not Quite Understanding the Strategy...

So, you are a husband, right? And you know your wife keeps a blog, right? Let's ASSUME for a second that this blog is about marital life. Can you please tell me what would make you not check- let alone BOOKMARK!- your wife's blog?? Because, really, I don't get it.

I've even thought of opening it up to him for counterpointing, because I was feeling guilty about blogging about him! I guess the offer is gone, and since "What he doesn't know can't hurt him"...

I think I'm back to blogging... :)

On Knowing Where It Hurts

My husband yesterday was complaining about a paper he has to write. It's a final for a negotiation class where he has to lay out the plan for his life. I know, I didn't ask either.

"I can write it for you: "My plan is to go back to being a husband!""
"No, it needs to have something to do with negotiations!!"
"Okay, so, "I negotiated with my wife that at the end of this block I am going to go back to being a husband and not a roommate.""
"Am I being a roommate?"
"Yes, but not a Gug-like roommate. A Christophe-like roommate."

I know that without knowing the details of our previous living situation this is going to be a hard reference to catch. Nevertheless, I got back today to a clean kitchen and to trash taken out. Knowing where it hurts really does miracles.