If one could accomplish her goals just by throwing her weight around, I would be a power to be reckoned with. I am a full-figured woman with an agenda, well numerous agendas actually. So when I set a goal, I expect to accomplish it, no matter what. If push comes to shove, I'll put all of my weight behind, or in front of me, and push or shove, for all I'm worth!
There are a multitude of projects around our house that I have asked my husband to complete. He calls it "nagging". We women know, however, that it doesn't become "nagging" for 48 requests or 48 months, whichever comes first. So, when I calmly request, for maybe the tenth time, that he take out the trash, I am offended when he snaps, "Will you please stop nagging me?" At least he said please. "I don't think it's nagging when the trash is climbing out of the can," I point out. Besides, it hasn't even been a week, let alone 48 months.
So, empty the trash already, I'm thinking. I wait for him to put down the remote and pick up the trash can while I am doing the dishes. He doesn't move from his position on the couch where he is entranced by some 1950's movie about giant ants taking over the world. "What about the trash?" I risk being yelled at again. No reply; he just turns up the volume on the television. I finish putting the dishes away, wipe off the counter tops and toss my paper towels in the general direction of the trash can. Two can play this game as well as one, my dear. I leave the kitchen and head down the hallway to the bedroom. Just before I close the door I hear a sound. It's coming from the kitchen. Oh my god, he is taking out the trash! I'm smiling as, I close the bedroom door behind me. Take that, giant ants!
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