I am confident that my wife and I will be together for the rest of our lives. Our love and patience (and even forgiveness) was put to the test this week as we decided to put up a tent in our backyard. Quarantine boredom on my wife’s part. She can’t sit still. If you’ve ever tried this near impossible task of putting up a tent, ESPECIALLY with your spouse, you know what I’m talkin’ about. There was lots of foul language, glares, gasps, groans…and that was just from MY WIFE! Here’s part of the conversation as we started to put the tent up:
WIFE: (already pissed) “I don’t think this is the right pole, it’s not long enough”
ME: “That’s what she said!”
WIFE: (ignores me) “Where are the directions?”
ME: “There aren’t any, remember?” (the tent is 20 years old)
OUR 4 YEAR OLD SON: “Why are you not done yet Mommy?”
WIFE (ignores him and getting mad) “This pole is not working! Can you just shove it in harder?!!”
ME: (under my breath) “That’s what she said.”
WIFE: (stops and glares at me)
OUR 4 YEAR OLD SON: “Can I go in yet?” (the tent was only 10% put together)
ME: “That’s what he said.”
WIFE: (drops the tent and looks at me) “If you say it again, I’m killing you.
Now cue our two dogs to start chasing each other right through all the poles and tent parts.
WIFE: “I’m ready to stop. Can we just stop and go inside? Please.”
ME: Nope! This was your idea and we’re almost done.
(cue the rain)
My wife and I finally laughed about it later that night, after a couple of drinks, both agreeing we did it, and our marriage has been tested and we passed! WE FINALLY GOT IT UP!!
(that’s what she said)
Grandparents enjoying the tent with mini me.
