Over the weekend, The Guy and I washed the porch and porch furniture. It was imperative to do it early Saturday morning because we were having people over for the 2:30 kickoff and I wanted to go get some pumpkins before then.
So, I did what made sense to me. When I got up, I dressed in the around-the-house pants I'd worn the day before and put a bra on under the Jimmy Buffet t-shirt I'd slept in. I would shower and dress after the porch washing.
Not The Guy. He came down for breakfast showered and dressed in his game day shirt.
"You do remember we are washing the porch, don't you?" I asked.
"Yep," he said. "So?"
So, indeed. I shouldn't have been surprised. He can't get out of the box. It was morning so, he had showered. It was game day and somewhat cool, so he had donned his clean Crimson Tide long sleeved t-shirt. (If it had been hot, he would have worn his short sleeved shirt; later he'll put an Alabama sweat over the t-shirt.) Why, you ask. Because that's what he does. People who can't get out of the box consider it more important to do what they always do than to do what makes sense. I don't get it.
He's got a whole set of stuff in the box: half a teaspoon of sugar on the cheerios, a cup of coffee about midday Saturday, and birthday presents are never opened early. I could go on, but you get.
I might add, he did not get wet or dirty during the porch washing. I did.
How about you? How do you feel about life in the box? In or out?