My dear hubby is like most men. He generally believes bigger is better, that having more, or extras, or being faster, or longer somehow makes his experience vastly superior and ensures that when he compares notes with his buddies he can tell the taller tale.
The interesting thing is that men, who seem to constantly “one-up” each other do it with such finesse and in such a way, that no one is ever offended. That rather than be annoyed that your buddy is one-upping you, it’s accepted as a challenge to go further, or buy bigger or construct larger. Ah… the male mentality. Always in competition with everyone around you.
Well, today’s post isn’t about the usual one-upmanship. The gathering of bells and whistles that would make hubby the better man.
It’s actually about quite the opposite. Hubby’s admission that he’d be fine with less…… Yes, folks, I said less……..
Now if you’d ask me, I’d have a # of examples of situations where less is in fact, preferred.
- I’d prefer LESS clutter around my kitchen
- LESS soda cans on my counter
- LESS crap on my stairs
- LESS laundry on my bedroom floor
- And…. Dare I say it? I’d be ok, with LESS electronics throughout my house (GASP!)
So I bring to you a story about a recent shopping excursion. Against hubby’s grumblings, I drag him to Costco to pick up some bulk items. As we’re walking the aisles, something catches hubby’s eye. Something that likely won’t surprise many of you…. The cookie aisle.
If you recall, I have a dreadful time keeping cookies in my house. On any given day, I can go to the cabinet and pull out, what I thought would be a full cookie package, and find 2 cookies and crumbs left for me. Hubby has no self-control when it comes to eating cookies and, as I’ve been told by my loving husband, if I can’t get my share quick enough, then I might just have to go without. Alas, this is the life I’ve chosen. I suppose I could be subjected to far worse than a husband who can’t share cookies. I mean if I had other challenges, I’d have enough stories to write a blog about how annoying my hubby can be……. OH, WAIT………………………..
Anyhow, back to Costco.
Hubby comes upon a 90 lb box of Oreos. All of a sudden there’s a hop in his step, a light in his eye….and he skips over to the box. As he’s placing the box in our cart, I say to him. “You know, these are regular Oreos. I’ve been buying double stuff ones from the grocery store. Are you sure you want these, they’re not the same!?”. And, he looks at me like I have 5 heads and replies “Uhm, yeah… they’re Oreos.” And, he might as well finished that sentence with “DUH!”. But, I feel like I’ve done my part. I’ve stated out loud they’re not the ones he’s used to. The last 4-5 times I bought the double stuffed version, but he’s confirmed, he’s ok with LESS. Well….. okie dokie….everyone, who’s anyone, knows they aren’t even remotely the same but who I am to argue??
How can you even compare folks??
When we get home, Hubby plows his way into the box. After he’s on his 5th or 6th cookies he declares…”you know, these aren’t the same at all. We shouldn’t buy these again. They don’t have enough stuff”. And, I remain silent because I know that less is never enough for hubby, even if he doesn’t know it himself…….
By the way, do you know how long a 90 lb box of Oreos lasts? Approx 1.2 weeks… and I think I ate about 6 of them. So, I suppose the lesson is that less can indeed be enough when there are no other cookies in the house……………..SIGH………………..
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