Dear Earl,
I'm a stay at home mother with three children, two pigs, a fainting goat, and a cow. My husband manages the farm and is always complaining about how little I do around the house. I do my best to keep the place clean, but I have to take care of so many things it's difficult to get to them all. When I explained to my husband, he just shrugged it off and said I should quit nagging, and that 'he's a stay at home parent too, and manages to take care of the farm.'
How can I get through to my husband that he's being unfair?
Sincerely,
Overworked in Chicago
Dear Overworked,
Who the heck has a farm in Chicago? Well I'll let that pass for the moment. The problem with your husband as I see it, is that you have not authoritatively shown your position. Therefor I suggest leaving the nest for awhile. Let him see if really feels henpecked when you're not there to mind the chicks. Why not head south for the rest of the winter? I hear Brazil is nice. Once he's gotten enough of having to do your work, he'll come fly after you.
Be warned though, a friend of mine tried this once, and her husband ended up pecking their children to death. But I guess you can't expect anything more from a chicken hawk. They have no self control.
Sincerely,
Earl E. Bird
Phew, glad I didn't make the list from that previous comment.
ReplyDeleteAnyways...I will answer using the expressive form of interpretive dance. Of course you cann't see my performance but know that everyone who has seen it can't hold back their tears or emotions as I end my performance with a complete vacuuming of your nest.
Take the hint. I bet you never migrated a day in your life. "No, I winter in Boston and summer in Baton Rouge...look at me. I am posh."
Well I got rid of that comment. I love it when I can get that kind of thing posted for no apparent reason.
ReplyDeleteI don't know what all this hatred for the bird is. I just hope you know what you're doing. Could be one day you look back on him with a fondness.
(also I kept him an extra week since he seemed to get to you. lol)
It's not the bird per say...it's hus SMUGNESS!! I do so hate da smugness. Unless I am someone doing the smug.
ReplyDeleteYou'd be smug too if you were voted best advice columnist since Ruth Crowley 10 years in a row.
ReplyDeleteYou are bringing Ruth into this? And I would like to see that voting pool...from his fellow 'hat club for birds' members I assume and Ruth was hat-phobic to hear her tell it.
ReplyDeleteIt may have been as judged by a group of his peers, but so what? We're willing to condemn a man by his peers, can't we commend one by the same action?
ReplyDeleteDamn you for your relentless logic and appeals to my sense of fair play.
ReplyDeleteGentlemen, I'd like to enter this discourse, but I'm rather confused by it. I'll just put in another vote for the robins.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Robyn
Duly noted. And don't worry, I've a feeling we rarely know what we're talking about. lol
ReplyDeleteWe don't. We riff of each other like a couple of old vaudvilians. And don't think I didn't notice how you brought in another person with a bird name into your blog. Slick. But I see right through it.
ReplyDeleteI have finally figured out that TS means 'THE SWAN' (insert scary organ music here)
The Swan? Actually that's a pretty killer nickname. I'm keeping that. Scary organ music too.
ReplyDeleteWhat have I started? It funny how it begins by making a joke and suddenly I am in my own personal episode of 'Lost'.
ReplyDeleteWant to know what is really scary? I dreamed about swans a few night ago after I watched a joke on Frasier about them.
I just caught bird flu from this post =D
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