Monday, October 8, 2012

The Measure of a Marriage

Her measuring cups and spoons. This makes perfect sense to me.  I cook a lot.  It's good to always have a clean, dry measuring utensil within reach.

His tape measures.  Seven in this picture.  I could put my hands on at least two more within seconds, and I'm sure he has at least one in his truck.  These belong to a man who can routinely hang something on a wall just by eyeballing it and be within a quarter-inch of dead center.  I know he's a construction worker, but I still don't get it.

I guess there are just some things I'm not meant to understand.
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