I won’t be caught cleaning off the top of my wife’s dresser. The picture above is what her dresser looked like for about the first day we lived in this house. It’s now covered with clutter three or four feet high. It’s not that I’m not willing to clean it for her, because I am, but if I clean it for her it’ll be stacked right back up the way it was before within 24 to 48 hours.
Casey knows that if she needs help getting the cake batter out of the bowl during a Broncos’ game she better wait until a commercial or until the game is over. Same goes if she needs medicine from Walgreens. If the Broncos happen to be playing in the Super Bowl and Casey needs to go to the hospital, unless it’s life threatening, she’s just gonna have to wait a few hours.
I’ve watched a lot of the shows she loves like Project Runway and So You Think You Can Dance, and I’ve learned to actually like some of them. Heck, I even look forward to catching a few minutes of Project Runway so I can see what snazzy shirts Tim Gunn is wearing that episode, but I can’t find any good qualities in America’s Next Top Model. I hate that show with a passion and even if I’m in the room while the show is playing I’m not actually watching the show because my eyes are too busy rolling from annoyance.
