RANDOM: Men Don't Listen

 Oh Mimi what are we going to do with you? Only you would think this one up. Mimi over at Living in France has created a meme called F-Bomb Friday. Do you have an old post that makes you want to cuss? Re-post it. Did your day go really bad? Save it for F-Bomb Friday. I posted this one a long time ago but I can still be heard some days muttering through the house about this.






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Men don't listen but I don't have to tell you that. Did I ever tell you about the time we rented a cabin in the snow for a week. We had spent a few days with our families on Vancouver Island. We had a lovely time but had to head back home. We picked up the in-laws and came back to the mainland where we all live, separately.
We had rented a cabin and were going to spend a week with another family. We were on a tight schedule and had to be pretty organized. I had the food prepared as much as possible and in the freezer and fridge. The plan was we would go to our home and then I would make the 45 minute drive each way to drive the in-laws home. I was also going to stop at the grocery store to pick up the fresh veggies and other perishables.
My BB was to load his vehicle with all the food from the house that was coming with us. He was also to load the suitcases we had zipped out of my van and put them in his. I'm sure he had to do a few other things too. I just don't know what they were.
It was a great drive up to the cabin. Our friends were already there. The BB and other guys unload all the food and stuff from the trailer and truck. After a few pleasantries I ask my BB where he had put my suitcase.
It was not where he said it should be and I started to get this uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I pressed him for an explanation as to where it was and what we figured out is he was trying to be helpful and had taken the suitcase from my car and emptied it into the laundry room at home.
So I was supposed to spend a week in the bush with nothing but the clothes on my back. Smart A** whipped out his American Express card and laughed about me taking it to go shopping out in the middle of nowhere. Common sense kicked in at that moment and he put it away real fast knowing I would use it to call for a helicopter to land on the frozen lake and take me shopping at the nearest urban centre. (spelled right...I'm Canadian)
So what to do. The other lady there loaned me a pair of pajamas. She kept offering me her underwear too but that was out of the question. I wore my BB's sweatshirts and my same pair of pants for 7 days. I washed out my undies repeatedly. I shared a toothbrush with my BB.
It has been some time since this happened but my memory is long for these things. I haven't got even yet but I will. Maybe on his next business trip I will replace all of his clothes with mine in his suitcase. That should be a real laugh at the airport security booth. Not that I hold a grudge or anything.