Partnership

Big Guy outsmarted me. I thought I might save unloading the minivan of all of Daisy's stuff until Big Guy came home. But last night's flight from Dallas was cancelled. It's the first time in many years of travel that I recall a flight cancelled well-enough to land Big Guy an extra night in a cushy hotel at company expense. Experts point to marriage partners as a coordinated team. Ha! We're also rivals and outwitters. I like chewing gum but not enough to buy it. So I sneak gum from Big Guy's pack, then carefully replace the wrapper. From a distance, it's hard to tell the wrapper is empty. And yes, I do girl things like sneaking sips of wine, tea or whatever from Big Guy's glass and I try to always not be the one to drive the car when it needs gas. Big Guy hogs the bed sheets, although he'll say that I do. And he snores with a gusto that totally overwhelms any snore sounds I might make, which I don't. I have never met an extension cord that I've wanted to put back neat and tidy. Big Guy has no idea how to hang toilet paper on the toilet paper roll holder. I spend a great deal of time claiming to be incompetent to avoid mowing the grass, chasing crickets in the basement and other stuff I don't want to do. But with all of my scheming ways, I've never landed myself a cushy night in a hotel while Big Guy is home doing all of the work. And should he say otherwise, I'll claim not to remember.