GOD'S WHINE CELLAR

Did you know God has a whine cellar?

I was talking with BFF Sharon yesterday and we were laughing our heads off at how pitiful we both are.  Pitiful in the sense that we just get ourselves into such a state of stress and upset over things we can do nothing about. Namely . . .  HUSBANDS.  You see, I'm not alone when it comes to stressing about H. All my friends who are married have the same feelings and upsets. It's just the natural order of things. Men are from Mars, the Moon, Mercury, and especially URANUS!  They are put on this Earth just to make women crazy. Which is only fitting since God made woman to drive men crazy.  But for some reason men don't whine. I think the closest they come to complaining about us is to have a beer or 40 with their buddies and bemoan the fact that "The little woman" is driving them nuts. And it stops there.

Not so much with the ladies. We can take some small infraction and build it into WW III.  All it may take is a look, a tone of voice or some general stupidity that just comes with being a man and we are off and running.

Sharon and I usually do not confront our husbands about what ever is driving us nuts. Instead we go to THE BIG GUY and proceed to whine. "OH GOD !" , "GOOD GOD", "GOD HELP ME!" and so on.  God gets the brunt of Husbands failure to fit into the mold of "The Perfect Man." (If there really is such a thing.)  Talking to H is just too difficult and unfulfilling that we don't even try any more. We would rather go straight to THE LORD and tell him all our sad stories about about "put upon" we long suffering wives are.

Well into our pity party phone call Sharon and I decided that poor God must have a WHINE CELLAR where all these calls from wives must be directed. After all, there is war, famine, genocide, children dying and people suffering all over the world. And here we show up with our pitiful complaints about these men we live with. If there is a God switch board those calls from wives must get directed right to the whine cellar where some poor long suffering soul is stashed to live out his days. A call comes in and this poor soul takes the call and has to listen over and over to some woman complaining about her husband.

So beware Husbands,  if you fail to shape up it just might be you who gets the next shift in the whine cellar when you die.