Choices! Choices! It's just no fair - Deciding anything is my worst nightmare.
Even today I labored about – what to wear before I went out.
Shorts cuz it’s sunny? Jeans cuz I like em? A pair of capris? If I’m hot I can ‘hike em.’
A tank top? A t-shirt? A layer on top? A sweater in case the temperature drops?
If I go out to dine I never pick first – what I’ll eat to fill up on or quench my thirst.
"What are you getting?" I’ll ask everyone - and then make my selections when theirs are all done.
I have to know what they’re going to eat -- Or when they get theirs I might wish it for me.
If I get a burger with fixins and such and their stuff looks better- I won’t like mine as much.
If I order pizza I won’t like my take - when their waitress brings them hashbrowns and steak.
If we go to a movie I never can pick - Between action, or romance or comedy schtick.
What if I choose & we don’t like what we see? It’s too much responsibility.
When buying flowers with hubby this week - he said, “Well, do you like anything that you see?”
Geraniums, Marigolds, Petunias and such – "Yes, yes, I like all of them... much!”
He leaned on one leg and shifted his side – and his irritation got too hard to hide.
“Can’t you find something to get the job done? Please, hurry – soon, this isn’t much fun.”
Baskets or flats? The red or the blue? I couldn’t decide on a type - or a hue!!!
I picked a few things and took them all home and still went back twice – but those times alone.
He’s well aware of my shortcomings now – In decision making on whats where’s and hows.
For 24 years he’s sighed and he’s moaned – rolled his eyes and quietly groaned.
He can’t gripe too much cuz’ I have one on him. A choice he can’t make- again and again.
When he sits on the sofa to watch the TV the channel flipping goes on endlessly.
News and then sports then music that’s groovy – and maaaaybe nine minutes of some random movie.
Then sports again and maybe the weather. "Come on Man! I want to scream – Get it together!!"
Pick something to watch then I’ll watch with you. But if you keep flipping I’m outta here dude.
There’s one choice I make that’s easy for me – My hubby can have that HD TV.
If I have an evening with time I can spare – I know how to spend that and I know just where.
I’ll lay on the couch with the cat in my crook. And open the page of a very good book.
