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Eighty-six? Why were you travelling so fast, ma’am?

Ohhh-kay, if you must know, I was driving fast because my husband didn’t say goodbye to me. (NOTE: Husbands and wives — this post is for you. I’m taking a poll. Who won?)
 
He didn’t say goodbye to you?
 
No! He didn’t say hello either. Granted it was busy at our restaurant… he had a line of tickets stacked up, but still, he could have at least said hello. I mean, I was wearing a dress and my hair looked good.
 
Huh?
 
I know, I know, that stuff doesn’t usually matter to me. But Ken and I never fight — so I made a dramatic exit. 
 
You were driving fast because you never fight?
 
No! I was driving fast because I forgot the checks.
 
What checks?
 
The checks I needed to buy ingredients for camp. The checks weren’t in my purse which meant I had to go back inside the restaurant and face Ken after I had just stomped off.
 
Oh my goodness. What did you do when you went back?

 

Well, I grinned of course. I threw my hair over my shoulder. The grill cooks were watching so I waved to our dishwasher. I banged on Ken’s office door which was now locked. He opened it up, grinning — so, I quickly stopped smiling. At this point it wasn’t about his not saying goodbye, it was about who was going to win this fight.
 
What fight?
 
Don’t you get it? A good husband knows when to apologize for something his wife did. Ken failed to do this. So I won. By default.
 
With a speeding ticket?
 
Today’s Life Recipe: Some things men simply will not, cannot, and do not understand. Or do you? Hey Dads! We want to hear your side of the story!