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" A few weeks ago Rex came home from work a little less cheery than when he left. I chalked it up at most to a long day at the office or perhaps a bit of undigested Fish Fillet left over from lunch. Like office politics and fast food, his face looked pained. Not enough to knock him on his butt, but enough to make it abundantly clear that he needed some down time to digest everything. And so, being the intuitive wife that I am, I gave him his space all Monday evening. &amp;quot;Here&amp;#039;s your dinner,&amp;quot; I told him, bringing him a gourmet meal of spaghetti and bagged lettuce. &amp;quot;I saved the last bit of ice cream for you,&amp;quot; I remarked in passing, pointing to our refrigerator, aptly named R2D2 for its intelligent design of steel and metal. Being the accommodating wife I am, I gave him some more liberties Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, including, but not limited to: \u2022 Not chatting as much as we are accustomed to in the evening \u2022 Working late and not complaining \u2022 Going to a school function alone Being the flexible wife that I am, I allowed our family day on Sunday to be filled instead with: \u2022 Urgent errands he needed to run at various electronic super stores \u2022 Building computers with his best friend, Von \u2022 Watching life altering sci-fi flicks consisting of robots, guns and spaceships. (And shockingly, despite it being below freezing temperatures, the female characters in this movie were able to gallivant in midriffs with perfect hair \u2013 amazing science indeed!) Being the buck-stops-here wife that I am, I told him last night that some stuff needed to change around here. When pressed for details, I offered up a few suggestions: \u2022 If he wants to plug into me at night he had better stop plugging into the computer after work \u2022 Despite his penchant for science, my children were not conceived by a test tube father, so he had better start, like his favorite radio station, tuning in \u2022 I set a table for four each night. Despite my many invites to Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Eric Bana, the seat still remains open. And so, similar to my first point, if he wanted to see my ass at the end of the day I&amp;#039;d appreciate his ass in the chair at 6PM. Before I could get to point four, Rex covered his ears and started to moan \u2013 similar to that scene from Helen Keller she starts groaning and wildly gesticulating for water. &amp;quot;Stop! Can&amp;#039;t you speak English and tell me what you want ONE SENTENCE,&amp;quot; he begged. I obliged. &amp;quot;Stop acting like a whiny bitch.&amp;quot; He looked at me wide-eyed, and then started to laugh. Because despite being pig headed and arrogant at times, he also knows when I&amp;#039;m right. And perhaps that&amp;#039;s why, despite his occasionally slip-ups, I love living with that bitch. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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