He says: “I need to cut some branches from the tree, they almost touch the car.”
She says: “OK. First we’ll go shop for groceries, then we’ll drive back home, put the groceries away and drive back to buy a thing on a pole to cut the branches, and flowers – we need flowers. We’ll shop at two different places for flowers. Then we’ll drive back home and unload the flowers, then I’ll mow the lawn while you cut the branches, then I’ll bring the hose out and just leave it there so you could stop cutting the branches to install it, then I’ll go in the basement and open the water forgetting to close the drain in the pipe flooding the basement and you can come downstairs close the drain and take the water away, then I’ll roll the BBQ so you could stop cutting the branches and clean the BBQ and drive to get some gas for the BBQ, then I’ll move my bicycle and look at it for a bit in the kitchen so you could stop cutting the branches and come help me change the back tire and we’ll be out of garbage bags so you could drive to the store to get some. It’ll be a great day.”
And on Monday when asked what you did on the weekend:
He says: “I am so f*cking tired leave me the f*ck alone! I hate weekends!”
She says: “My husband cut some branches. They were almost touching the car. We never do anything fun on the weekend.”
