Thursday, January 19, 2012

Role reversal...

Don't get me wrong. Rebel is a guy's guy. He fixes stuff, works on engines, has rough hands and chest hair... he's a man.

But there are situations when I wonder just who is wearing the pants in the family.

For instance: I like football and try to watch it when I can. Rebel, on the other hand, doesn't even know the name of an NFL team. How is that even possible? When a commercial featuring LaBraun James came on the other day he didn't have a clue as to who that was.

When I moved here in August, my dad gave me $300 to buy some new clothes for my job. I have held onto that money because I am losing weight and don't want to waste it if what I buy won't fit in 2 months. Rebel mentioned to me the other day that I really need to do some clothes shopping and threatened to drag me to the stores if I didn't upgrade some portions of my wardrobe soon.

What man, in his right mind, wants to go shopping? It's hardwired into my DNA (because I am a girl, after all) and I want nothing to do with it. Shopping for horse stuff? Hell yes. For myself? Meh... I've got better things to do and spend my money on.

I guess we really are the perfect couple...

1 comment:

  1. What's wrong with a man wanting his woman to look her best?