I'd Like To Thank The Quakers....

     So, I'm not ready to talk about it.....but let's just say that today = awful. In fact, it lies somewhere between "honey get the gun" and "WAAA-AAaaa-aaaa-aaaa-(sob)-aaaaa". But since we have no guns and the kleenex is all gone, I thought it best to try to think happy thoughts....like the fact that my husband simply CANNOT cook oatmeal. In fact, I think when referring to oatmeal, "cook" is too advanced of a word, since all it really entails is boiling oats....very briefly.... on medium heat.... with just a DASH of salt. However, these words, these crazy words written on the side of the oatmeal container, they just baffle my husband. Here's what I heard this weekend:
     (Him) "What the heck is medium heat? Do I turn the burner on 3? 7? What?"
     (Me) "Well, if it says medium, go for the middle....how about 5? Medium high would be 7, medium low would be 3. Got it?"
     (Him) "But why don't they just put the number on there then?"
     (Me) "Because not everyone has the same stove."
     (Him) "Crap, why didn't you tell me I wasn't supposed to put the oats in right away?"
     (Me) "Believe it or not, I didn't really think you needed help with this."
     (Him) "You were standing right there. You could have said something!"
     (Me) "Um, aren't you holding the directions in your hand? I'm pretty sure it says that right on the box."
     (Him) "I think I put too much salt in....what happens if I put too much salt in?"
     (Me) "You get salty oatmeal."
     (Him) "How long am I supposed to let this just sit here like this?"
     (Me) "DID YOU EVEN READ THE BOX AT ALL?"
     (Him) ".....you're not gonna blog about this are you?"
     (Me) "......of course not......"

     Ahhh.... suddenly my life is bright once again. Thank you, honey. Your ignorance restores my belief that people really DO need casemanagers.