Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Wires Crossed, the Perils of Miscommunications

I am not working right now so needless to say that everything around the house and all the errands now fall under my domain. That means dealing with maintenance men, deliveries, cleaning and just today taking our car to the dealership for its 90,000 mile check-up. Unfortunately for Mr. Rogue and I we got our wires crossed. I was told to take the car to the dealer and leave it to get the check-up, which is exactly what I did. But at dinner tonight he was all asking a million questions, questions like how much it was and what they were doing. Dude you told me to drop it off, not ask a bunch of questions. We talked in circles around each other for a bit with him asking random questions that I had no idea how to answer until I stopped him and said I would not send you to go and buy me a pair of black pumps why the hell would you send me to the car dealership without these questions so I could ask.

Moral of the story is that communication is the key to a great marriage and if at first you don’t succeed try try again.

1 comment:

Ivy said...

Tsk-tsk. Black pumps?

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