keeping score

i finally get it. really, i do.

remember all those times that we wives grumble at our husbands because they forgot the anniversary, our birthdays, some other special occasions or simply 'overlooked' to get the milk from the supermarket on their way back from work? or at daddies because well, they have basically forgotten how old we are and when is our birthday, without referring to their little black note books? and at our brothers because they can't remember our children's age without some hint? well, they deserve a break, because i finally understand why it is that men can't retain these information. it's really not their fault.

take my hubby, for example. sunday night we were watching the wimbeldon final and i, being totally clueless about sports, was querying him over minor details. that man could tell me federer's age, nadal's age, who is federer's girlfriend, how many times he was reigning champion, who is better at which ground and how they fared in previous tournaments off the top of his head. and he's not really that into tennis! he'll probably be able to tell me what brand of toilet paper federer is using, what are his pet peeves, what he eats during break, how he like his omelette if i knew to ask him.

you can ask him about the details of any world cup games, from the time he was born until present and he will be able to name you amazing facts. which team won, what was the score, who scored the goals, who was the manager, what happened to the manager after that, bla bla bla....and minor tiny weenie details that you won't even know to ask. can you imagine cramping all these useless trivial information inside that small cranial domain. and you haven't even touch on his expertise yet!! ask him work-related information and he'll spout so many numbers and facts at you, your brain will pant in a hurry to absorb the information overload.

the amazing thing is, ask any man and i'm sure they'll be able to spew forth as much useless trivial information as my man. so, really, how do you expect them to squeeze in any more information into that densely-absorbed filled-to-the-brim super sponge? forget about telling him dry daily grind information. nevermind that he can't remember his friends' birthdays. forgive him when he forgets to bring back flowers. they need all the cranial space they can get to save the scores of the next games.



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