What it means to be a wife.

I had a long day today. By the time 11 am came around I had burst into tears twice. Partly because I was exhausted, partly because I've just had it with sad stuff lately. So my husband, in all his wisdom, decided it was a good idea for me to try and book a massage. Wow. I love him. It was just what I needed. I came home in a great mood and ready to take on the mess that had become our abode. We attacked it together... and as the night wore on (the house still isn't clean btw - anyone know a good housecleaner?) we started joking about how I say things to NOT say things.... For eg.

1. "Nate, I think that prized possession of yours would look SO much better in the office!" TRANSLATION: That thing is ugly as sin.

2. "Nate, I think these plants would look really nice up here on the top of the cupboard" TRANSLATION: I hope those suckers die while they are up there in the dark.

3. "Nate, I'm fine" TRANSLATION: Dude, get me a massage before I crack.

The problem with all this? He knows. He knows what I mean even though I'm going out of my way to be nice about it. It's time for a new strategy.. except for where that massage comes in.