Today the husband-slash-business partner and I went to file our taxes.
Lo and behold, my name was there first on the top line.
Whoa! Sensitive to the man being the man, I said that I’d like it better if his name was at the top. Our tax preparer said that my name was automatically printed that way since I am an existing customer.
I paused. Then I decided to make a joke of it.
She Said: “Well, maybe it means that I wear the pants in our household!”
He Said: (Well, actually, he didn’t say anything. He just gave me that “you’re-a-pest” look.)
She Said: (pushing the envelope) “Don’t you think it’s funny that my name is on top?”
He Said: “I don’t think it’s funny at all. We both know who’s in charge.”
This is when our tax lady said that she can change it, no problem.
He Said: “No, we both know who wears the pants. I’m not concerned about it. Save paper.”
Well, he is right. I sure don’t want a pansy for a husband. We did ask our tax lady to change it for next year…