Friday, June 01, 2007
Wherein B changes his plans
"What a gorgeous day!" I say to B while we are getting ready for work. "The radio said it could go up to 29 on Sunday. Let's go camping."
"But we already decided to only spend a day at Pitt Lake this weekend," said B.
"That's what we talked about, but we didn't know then how hot and sunny it would be. This is the first hot weekend this year, let's go!"
"But I only planned on going for the day, I was going to do some work around the house too."
"It can wait, there's nothing urgent. Give me one good reason why we shouldn't enjoy this incredible weather and camp for the weekend."
"Sure it would be nice, it's just not what I planned to do, my head isn't there. I can't change plans at the last minute."
The "last minute" is still ten hours away. But B has trouble changing plans. His proposed course of action gets burned in his brain, and he suffers the pain of unanaesthetised neurosurgery if made to change course. Oddly, he has no problem going with the flow when there are no plans, and loves to travel with no set itinerary, just letting each day unfold as it will. My mistake was even mentioning weekend plans a few days before. But all is not lost.
I wrap my arms around him, and whisper in his ear: "If we go camping I'll.... [censored]."
B pauses for a millisecond, then starts to do a little jig. "We're goin' campin', oh yeah, goin' campin' tonight."
There's a lesson here women. If you can't bring your man's brain around to your way of thinking, bypass it. Go straight to command central.
We're off to the lake! Back Sunday night. Have a good weekend everyone.