He asks, "When will the shelves arrive?"

...Erm...4 days ago?

I keep meaning to write a post about men and vision. Did you know that studies have shown that men REALLY don’t have eyes for certain types of details?

If I weren’t in such a panic over this paper I have to send in by Friday, I’d research it right now and link you to a great article on this fascinating topic. BUT, for now, trust me (and overlook the fact that I’m no doctor and barely know a thing about men or marriage)–men can’t visually perceive the same details women do. In fact, basically, I think one could say it this way: Men can’t visually perceive details. This is why when they vacuum, it looks like no one has vacuumed. Same reason as when they beam with pride after fixing dinner despite the grease dripping from the kitchen ceiling and smushed food crap all over the floor–it’s not that messes don’t bother men; it goes a little deeper–they can’t even see the messes.

ANYWAY, Saturday last weekend we headed to IKEA to get ourselves a bookcase/shelf to get all my uni readers from last semester off the already crowded study, coffee and dining table (yes, that's how much I have to read in one semester) and make way for new readers starting next week. We had to get the shelves delivered because it was just too long/big to fit into our car (a Lexus ES300). We’ve had our wonderful new shelves for well over a week now which I assembled all by myself. It would take years before the bf would get round to assembling it if I had relied on him to assemble it. They are beautiful and I LOVE them sooooo much.

Several days ago, I mentioned to the bf that we’d gotten the shelves. Granted, this was a quick conversation, and he seemed preoccupied. But whatever. We’re busy, as you probably are–there’s just not always time for hour-long updates about stuff like furniture. Also note that the shelves are in a separate room, the study. But the study is where I spend most of the night in and the bf does walk in and out throughout the night to say hello. And I always leave the study door open so the bf could get a look even when he came home (still very late). Not to mention, all of the junk (books, DVD covers) that had been under the coffee table suddenly disappeared because it went onto our beautiful new shelves.

So, after literally 3-4 days of me beaming over our new shelves, the bf texts me, “So, did they deliver the shelves yet?”

KEK SI!!!!