Practicality

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Men are simple things.
They can survive a whole weekend
with only three things: beer, boxer shorts
and batteries for the remote control.



~ Diana Jordan

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I've said it before and I'll say it again - men and women are just completely different creatures.  For instance, I had the day off work today.  I would have loved to spend it watching old episodes of Say Yes to the Dress, or the  mounds of things on our DVR or even, (gasp) a chick flick.  Instead, I spent the day going room by room, and cleaning our horrendously dirty house.  What would dad of the year have done?  Definitely DVR! 

Now, I'm not complaining and I'm not faulting him for his choices.  There are days I do partake in the lesser of the domesticated duties and spend my afternoon with my feet on the coffee table watching a movie like Letters to Juliet and crying my eyes out.  Have I mentioned I'm a sucker for chick flicks? 

One other way dad of the year and I differ is in our practicality.  My propensity for opening bags of things with my teeth came to a screeching halt today when I had to have emergency dental work.  That's an example of practicality that maybe isn't the best choice.  I prefer to call it too practical.  Perhaps we are more alike than I realize.

However, when I walked into the kitchen to find him cutting open a bag of his beloved candy corn with the knife shown above, I almost fell over with laughter.  It was so practical to him, he continued carrying on an entire conversation without even so much as an opportunity to exhale.  While a bit excessive for a bag of candy corn, I guess it was his means to an end. 

Even though his choices are different than mine, I wouldn't carry on in this endless pursuit for mom of the year with any other dad of the year.  He's always good for a laugh! 

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