I laughed

I like to laugh. I generally laugh a lot. That may come as a surprise to many who doubt that I even smile. Maybe I just don't like you & your presence makes me gassy. That's hard to cover up.

I was talking to Jessica monday afternoon in our kitchen. We were discussing our plans for the afternoon among other things. She let me know that she wanted to go to target to buy some bathroom essentials for our guests from Germany that will be here in 9 days. She also listed a trip to Maurice's, possibly Old Navy, and Ross. I think there was something else she wanted to do but I can't exactly remember what it was. Knowing we had plans that afternoon, which happened to be double booked (sorry Hudson, it's my fault), I started to ask questions about timelines & questioning whether it would be feasible to accomplish everything on her list. Let's just say Jessica was less than pleased with my probing. I explained myself to the best of my ability to calm her frustration & she said she understood, but she let me know: "I just don't like it when I feel like you're telling me what I can and can't do." My response, "submit wife." Not really. I laughed, and Jessica did too. It's amazing that she doesn't like it when she feels like I'm telling here what she can & can't do. Weird. I wonder if there are any other wives who don't like it if they feel like they are being told what they can & can't do? This may need research.