Why is it that women like to kick us outside and tie us to the doghouse without letting us know why? If I’m gonna be in the doghouse, I really need to know why or else I’ll go crazy…
Did I say something wrong?
Did I do something wrong?
Did I say something to someone else who told you that I said something that was wrong?
Did I do something to someone who knows someone who is best friends with someone you work with who told you I did something wrong?
What the hell did I do??? Yesterday I got up, ate lunch, went to work, came home. That’s it!
So why am I out here in the cold, shivering, waiting to see what happens next?
It’s all very confusing, the womanly way of handling issues. I don’t know if she’s just having a bad day. Maybe the kids are driving her crazy? Maybe she’s tired of having to go to Target so much? Maybe the cost of the repairs on our house is a little too much? Maybe she is so fed up with folding socks that she finally snapped? Whatever the situation, she was a lot different yesterday and now I’m left wondering if I did something or maybe it’s just one of those days?
Here’s the thing…normally I can’t get a word in edgewise in my house and this morning she’s as quiet as a mouse. Not good…
So I don’t know what I did, but I’m in the doghouse. And considering, maybe that’s not such a bad thing. At least I can sit in here, in the quiet, and just watch the door. Eventually she’ll come out and get me. I just gotta watch out for that boot!