Sometimes guys just don’t get it. Yesterday I asked my husband to take an old metal glider to a friend’s garage sale because I wanted to get rid of it. It was the only piece of furniture on our new back deck, but I decided to sell it and use the money to buy something different. Here’s how the conversation went. . .

Hubs:  “Now exactly why are we getting rid of the glider?”

Me: “Because it’s not the look I’m going for.”

Hubs:  “You mean it’s paid for.”

Me:  “No, I mean I want something more rustic out there.”

Hubs:  “But it’s covered in rust. How much more rustic can you get?”

Yes, this is the man I live with everyday — exhausting, but loveable. Needless to say, he took the glider to the sale.