~TRIGGER WARNING: this blog post contains a really scary spider.

Okay. So I was going to just post this little meme-wannabe I made on Canva AI. 

But then the Hub asked where “we” kept the clean tablecloths. [My answer: I have diabolically and permanently hidden them in the last place he’d ever look: the linen cupboard in the laundry room where they’ve been since we moved into the house seven years ago.]

And his sweatshirt? And glasses? [My answer: Did you look in the car like I told you? You did? Did you look in the backseat? And? They were right there, weren’t they?] 

And where were the blueberries? [My answer: In that white bowl at eye-level right in front of you, just underneath the yoghurt carton.] And where should he put away the bowl of blueberries that he JUST NOW got out from under the yoghurt carton, because there’s no room in the fridge? [My answer: drugs. Really good ones…]

Yes, it’s true. My uterus is a tracking device. And not only that, it’s one with spacial-reasoning skills far beyond Tetris level 29 that not only lets me find anything in the house, but also knows how to fit it back into the fridge.

And while I go upstairs for a nap and to try to remember why day-drinking is probably a bad idea, I’ve decided to repost this from some years back with the other reasons for men to get married.

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“Tell me again why we need these?” We were surrounded by mountains of cardboard boxes, and the Hub was staring in disbelief at the one he’d just opened. The one containing (not one but three!) toilet roll holders, each with storage space for even more rolls.

Then there was the copiously bubble-wrapped Taub Memorial Collection of Matching Liquid Handsoap Dispensers and Soap Dishes. The Hub is also completely mystified by my need to move perfectly accessible stashes of TP from where they belong—the floor next to the toilet (still in their original packaging, of course)—while at the same time decanting liquid soap from a perfectly usable plastic container into a different container. (And don’t even get him started on my compulsive need to run that dishwasher just because it’s full of dirty dishes when anyone can tell there is room to cram in at least one more coffee cup, or to throw away perfectly good leftovers just because they’ve been marinating in the back of the fridge long enough to have the cure for cancer culturing on their fuzzy surfaces…) Wives are weird like that. 

But this all reminded me that some time ago, I wrote about the top ten reasons not to get married (for women). Several people asked for equal time for men, so I’m repeating the post below. Meanwhile, I’ve got to get back to unpacking moving boxes—hopefully, I’ll beat him to the one with the coasters, cloth napkins, and little bird statues before we have THAT discussion again…)

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Your mother told you. Your friends warned you. Study after study showed you the facts: men who are married are richer and healthier. They live longer too. (No, it doesn’t just seem that way…)

This is the point where the dedicated unmarried bring up the relationship stories like, “Southern California woman convicted of cutting off the penis of her then-husband and throwing it into a garbage disposal.”

Okay, guys, you can uncross your legs now. And actually, the odds are with you. Even though 50% of marriages end in divorce, the vast majority of  some of occasionally those do not involve genital reattachment surgery. Moving on…

In addition to making men richer, healthier, and older, there are other advantages to marriage. Here are my ten top reasons for men to get married:

10. Sex. You’ll get regular sex without paying for dinner or pretending to enjoy chick flicks.

9. Guys can’t find things. Wives can. Y-chromosomes keep men from being able to move their eyeballs away from the item directly in front of them (unless it is wearing a bikini) or locate items covered by other items.

8. Fatherhood. Sure, you can accomplish that without marriage. But look what you miss out on:

• Toys. Kids have much better ones these days, and Dad gets to play with them.

• Trains. Dads have been known to spend decades in the basement, “working on the kids’ trains”.

• You get to embarrass your kids. And the best part is you don’t have to do a damn thing. Breathing pretty much nails it.

7. Sex. Faking it. Guys can’t. Wives will. There really isn’t much more to say here.

6. Power tools. You’ll get them. If you’ve got a yard bigger than your bathroom, you’ll need a power mower, preferably kind you ride on, with interchangeable attachments that can double as a military vehicle in case of World War III. Married men need and deserve them.

5. Sex. Well, yeah. Sure, giving up control of the TV remote is hard but… SEX.

4. The Kitchen Fairy and Bathroom Fairy will move in. Be especially nice to the Bathroom Fairy, because she knows the magic to make the vacuum turn on. The Kitchen Fairy is great too. Even though you’re a modern millennial-type guy who knows you’ll have to share the TV remote (eventually) and is perfectly willing to cook a meal pierce the film, the Kitchen Fairy has magic spells passed down through the ages for producing food in pots and pans. If it makes you feel better, you should know that the fairies really, really want you there. Who else would whap the spiders?

3. Shopping. No, you’ll still have to do it. But you’ll never have to make another decision again, even about her present because she’ll tell you exactly what to get there too. Win-win.

2. You won’t grow old and die alone and two weeks later when the neighbors complain about the smell, they’ll find you, sitting with your old-geezer bathrobe gaping open, with flies on your eyeballs and your dog eating exposed parts of your anatomy. So there’s that. [Oops, sorry guys! Tell you what — just keep those legs crossed. We’re almost done here…]

And what is the top reason for men to get married (other than being richer, healthier, getting lots and lots of sex, and never having to worry about remembering your mother’s birthday, because the Kitchen and Bathroom Fairies are all over that one)? You’ll be with the one person who knew you when you were younger, cooler, and had more hair. And not only does she still see you that way, but she knows where you left your phone.

And there’s the sex thing.