Who DO they think they’re fooling?
"The Patriarch" called?
I know exactly who called in a feeble attempt to defend my Caveman of a husband and if you stop to think
about it, you do too. I’m not naming names, but trust me, if you read this blog, you do.
I’m crushed.
There is no Defending the Caveman in this instance. My clumsy Caveman knows his "slip" was anything but "iddy biddy". It was an "Uh-Oh" moment and he knows it!
So now I’m dealing with two cavemen. Thank goodness they are miles apart at the moment (thank goodness we’re ALL miles apart!) otherwise they’d be pounding their chests, hoisting their spears, giving each other the old "high five" with one hand while crushing beer cans with the other in some macho display of perceived dominance.
Clearly this "Patriarch" doesn’t recall our conversation a few years ago in which he called me a saint. When I asked why he said, and I quote, "my wife wouldn’t let me leave for a week at a time, let alone two months!" 
Oh how quickly these mighty hunters band together the moment they sense danger lurking in the form of
"women beating up" on them on their blogs.
~ Connie
(Image above is that of a caveman, a cartoon character sitting on the ground in front of his laptop. He’s scratching his head with his right hand, as if to say "Duh" while poking at the keyboard with one finger of his left hand.)
Planet of the Blind 
Aw, shoot.
I should’ve thought of the “caveman/clubs” joke!
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Jeeeeez. Did he at least leave you an umbrella or something to defend yourself with?
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Dear BG:
I have done some poking around and according to “Thog” of the International Caveman’s Union, your husband’s decision to remove his golf clubs from the trunk of your car is in fact a form of “caveman chivalry”. The idea is that without the golf clubs in the trunk you could flee faster from potential danger. “Thog” also said that your husband is likely just “an amateur caveman” since real cavemen carry their clubs at all times.
SK
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Laughing. Laughing. Laughing.
This is the most fun blog on the weekends!
Connie, listen to this.
A few days ago I had to go to a meeting in a sort of scary area. The Skimmer and I discussed it and he was going on and on about me keeping my doors locked, keeping my cell phone handy, keeping my eyes open, etc.
So, he walks me out to the car.
As I’m getting into the car I tell him that I’ll call him as soon as my meeting’s over and I’m back on the road. He says, “Wait a second.”
He lifts open the trunk and takes out his golf clubs and says, “I’m going to take these out, just in case!”
I immediately thought of you and your caveman!
“Fine! The downside? You might lose me. The upside? You’ll still have your clubs!”
🙂
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