life on the fence

war of the roses

most weekends we have our routine: after sleeping in a bit we'll get up and i'll make us a big breakfast. we usually eat it on trays in front of the tv. we'll lounge around in our pjs, maybe have a cup of coffee, until about 11:30 when we decide to get started on our day. this is what weekends are about.

during that half hour breakfast in front of the tv, evidence of the differences between the sexes can be seen. take yesterday a.m. for example.

the menu: homemade waffles, bacon, hashbrowns, apple juice
the setting: the couch in our family room
the stage: tv turned on to whatever channel it was on last, in this case pbs

me: oh, look a cooking show.
him: you wanna watch that?
me: yeah, it's interesting.
him: hm. okay.
[show proceeds to show a chicken broth based pasta dish with parmesean and peas.]
him: let's see what else is on.
me: but i like this.
him: but you don't like peas.
me: i know, but i like seeing the technique.
him: hm. okay.
[recipe finishes and the hosts explain that after the break they'll come back and cook something new.]
me: okay, we can change it if you want.
him: [changing channels] oh, look teenage mutant ninja turtles!
me: you wanna watch that?
him: yeah, i like it.
me: hm. okay.
[cartoon shows some winged mechanical creatures pursuing the tmnt's all over the galaxy.]
me: let's see what else is on.
him: but i like this.
me: but you're not eight.
him: i know, but i like watching the cartoons.
me: hm. okay.

one of the best things about marriage is learning the art of compromise.