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What was he thinking when he wasn’t thinking?

Ken. My husband. The guy on his knees inside our bedroom closet. He is looking for an 8 mm video tape that he swears he put into a shoebox a million years ago.

“I remember it being there too, Ken. Didn’t we watch it last Christmas?”

“Yeah, we did. That’s why I know it has to be in here.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

(Achem — ladies, here comes the standard reply…) “No, I’ve already looked through it, and it’s not here. So I’m going to open another cabinet and if it’s not there, then I’ll go to the attic and dig through all the boxes up there. If it’s not in any of those, then I don’t know what happened to it.” (Major gasp as if me or the kids have buried it in the backyard.)

“Uhhhhmmm, are you sure you don’t want me to help you look inside the shoebox, first? I bet it’s in there, hun.”

“Well, I guess you can look through it if you want to, but it isn’t there. I’m already looking through the cabinet.”

“Is it in the cabinet?”

“Nope. I’m headed to the attic.”

(The last time a male in our family toured the attic, his leg dropped through the ceiling. Therefore, I have no alternative — I zoom to the closet.) I grab the shoebox. “Let me look. I mean, you’re probably right, (achem - handsome man), it’s probably not in here… (achem - you big stud you)… but, just in case, (ahcem, you intelligent wise one)… let me take a quick look. Ahh, yes, here it is. The empty acrylic case. I bet this unlabeled tape without a case, might be the tape you are looking for.”

“Huhmmm… You may be right. Well how about that.”

Yes!! How about that. Isn’t it cool how we women never cease to amaze our men?

Today’s Life Recipe: Open attic, insert foot. Open shoebox, wink and smile.