Anthony and I were out shopping and I veered off to the baby section, so he says "how come we always end up in this section?" When he knows I always keep a look out for cool things for Evie.
I told him about my idea to gate off the living room, so he walks up to the baby gates and says, "here, this should work" and opens up one of those ugly baby gates that is made of that cheap wood and has X's that get bigger or smaller depending on how far you open it. "Ummm, no Anthony that's not gonna work, the opening is 6 feet wide and Nico will fit through those holes" So then he has that look in his eyes, like you make me crazy with your Lucille Ball ideas and goes to electronics. The next morning I decide to try Menards. After canvassing the fence department looking at all the wood fences and thinking how they are going to off gas formaldehyde and poison me, (yes, I'm weird like that) I decide I would get a couple of panels of the metal fences. After looking at the widths of the slats and the points of the posts, (so I wont kill my poor dog) I decide on 2 panels that should be the right height and width. By then the four idiot sales guys behind the desk stop chatting and I wave one over. "yes MAM, what can I do for you?" So I explain that I have this Chihuahua I want to keep out of the living room.... And somewhere during the conversation, he's off in la la land, not paying attention to me and looking at his text messages. "Umm, so what do you think, I say" he says, "you know these fences are for outside, right?" and looks at me like I'm an idiot woman. (the Lucille ball look, Anthony gave me yesterday). "Ummm yes, but I don't see why I can't use it inside, RIGHT", he looks at me and says, "I guess". "great, what do you think I should use to mount them to the wall?" After about 5 minutes he says, "a bracket that will mount on the wall and have a post thing so you could just drop the fence panel on it, but we don't carry them, so I'll take you to hardware, I'm sure they can help you." So hes already about 15 feet ahead of me and I'm trying to load the panels on the cart, follow him while pushing the cart, and balancing the panels. (and they say chivalry is dead) We get to hardware and he basically tells a kid to help me and runs off saying, "I was in the middle of helping.... So now I have a 16 year old kid who has his hands in his pockets and is staring at the brackets, "Umm, MISS, I guess we don't have those brackets" by then I have already figured that out and am trying to figure out something else, so I'm talking out loud and he's giving me that same "Lucy" look and says, "you know this fence is for outside, right, have you checked our baby gates, it might be easier" So by now, I say "I got it from here, thanks for your help" and walk away and figure it out on my own, thank you very much!
So as I drive away with my cart cursing under my breath and go to check out, the lady behind the register says "whatcha making, with all this stuff?" I'm almost afraid to tell her, but I do anyways and she says... "that's an awesome idea, I should try that for my dogs, I have collies and I'm so tired of using baby gates!"
So the moral of my story is Men Are From Menards, Women Are from Genius.
PS. After I installed the gate and was pretty impressed with myself, I texted Anthony a picture and simply put the words "I'm a genius" his text reply...." It looks like Nico could fit between the slats".
*After I finished this post I emailed it to Anthony, his response, "you spelled women wrong in your post title".
Michelle Simple Pleasures