Pick Your Battles

Did your mom ever tell you that little tidbit of wisdom when you were younger? If so, did it make any sense to you at the time?

I’ll admit, I’ve never been the best at this. I typically run head long into battle (i.e., minor arguments) without much thought of overall war strategy or just consequences in general. So when I think twice before, and decide against, charging forward into what most certainly will be a bloody mess … well, I have to pat myself on the back.

Case in point: yesterday, the following exchange occurred between hubs and me. And I’m certain that it had all the makings of a powder keg. All I had to do was light it.

Hubs: “Put your shoulders back.”

Me: “What?”

Hubs: “Stand straight.”

Me: *complying, though looking incredulous*

Hubs: “See? When you do that, you go up a point.”

Me: *stares at him*

Hubs: “You know, on a scale of 1 to 10? You go up a point when you stand straight.”

Me: *still staring*

Hubs: “Just sayin’.”

Me: *walking away*

Not only did I not ask at what points I started out/ended up, but I just didn’t say anything at all. A Perfect 10 or not, clearly the man does not know how lucky he is.