The Wife and I are two very different types of people, not much in common, backgrounds, interests etc. and this is probably one of the reasons, besides love, why we’ve stayed together. When it comes time to decide on the vacation spot of the year we get into some very interesting conversations and negotiations.
I’m a business major and had my graduate studies in Psychology. Who do you think has the better convincing statements and arguments on where we go on vacation? Me.
Who knows that a couple of pieces of paper can mean crap and who usually wins on their V choice? The Femme
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair number of wins though, like the time we went on vacation to a Dude Ranch in upstate New York.
I’ve horseback ridden before when I lived in So.Cal during my early high school years. And just like a bike you don’t forget. The Wife, on the other hand, was on an old sway back horse for a total of 3 minutes or until the time the horse felt he had to shift his weight from one side to the other. The Wife started to cry then slid off the horse. That day I ended up with a 2 hour instead of a 1 hour ride.
So years later at a weeklong vacation at a Dude ranch with cowboys and luscious cowgirls, what was the Wife going to do? She tried to get on a horse again.
She was up on the steps (yeah, steps…lmao) and at the very moment she was going to swing her leg over the saddle there was a slight commotion in the corral. A horse with a big lady on its back was starting to bow down. The Lady was leaning straight back on the saddle then started screaming bloody murder. The horse began leaning towards one side at which point all the cowboys and luscious cowgirls started yelling to the lady “GET OFF! GET OFF THE HORSE!!”. The horse rolled and somehow during all the screams and yells the lady was able to get away from the horse.
I saw a bubble pop out of the Wife’s head with one big bold word “FUCKTHISSHIT” and I knew right there and then, she was not about to put her precious butt into that saddle.
For the whole week I got an extra ride each day and the Wife hung out by the bar.
The wife. and she was still too close to the horse.