That post was nothing short of claaasic. Real "SSM Message Board Hall of Fame" material, and I'd like to make sure I get my ticket request in early for good seats for your induction ceremony.
Loving a good analogy as much as the next guy, and putting my best "Venus" hat on, I'm going to attempt to climb inside Mrs. Choclateeyes' head and tell you what I honestly think she'd think:
Mrs. Choc.:
"God, I can tell by that look in his eyes -- and all of his little comments this evening -- that he really wants this steak. And he'd better damned sure want it, because I spend a lot of time trying to make it nice. But I hope to God he doesn't ACTUALLY attempt to EAT any of it, because that would just be too much pressure on me. Can't he see how BUSY I am? I have FOUR KIDS! And if I don't do it, it doesn't get done, and I don't think ANYONE in this family appreciates any of that. Why can't he just be happy that I made him steak, and leave it at that? Am I a bad wife if I don't let him HAVE any of it? Of course I am . . . I'm a terrible wife. He's a good husband and father, and I should let him have some of this steak, but it's not like he's even indicated that he's WANTED any of it, so why should I? I'm exhausted, just from making it. And if I DO let him have some, -- oh my God -- he's going to want it EVERY NIGHT! I just can't deal with that right now. I mean, I wouldn't mind giving him steak once or twice a month, but every time I give it to him, he gets all mushy and complimentary and gets those puppy-dog eyes like 'Wouldn't it be wonderful to have steak THREE OR FOUR TIMES A WEEK, baby?' I just can't deal with that -- I'm only one person.
Maybe if I ignore him, he'll just go away . . ."
Sadly, I bet you I'm not far off AT ALL -- I do know my wife, extremely well.
Choc.
But Rabbit, I wasn't going to EAT it, I was just going to TASTE it...." -- Winnie the Pooh
