Mr. Right? Think again...

I came home one day to be told that my wife had created a gift for me. In the maygutp household, gifts are not procured, they are created. What I got was a powerful statement of approval that I was doing the expected job as a husband and a father.

It was nicely written on a t-shirt,"'Mr. Right". A comic character with a flower in his hand.

It took a while before moving my focus off the comic character and why he only had 4 hairs on his head when I am not bald at the moment. I may be approaching it but I know I don't look bald at the moment. Then it struck me, my wife thinks I am Mr. Right. I would say that's quite an achievement considering the things I do or rather not do that she would like me to do. Maybe it was just to make me feel good before presenting the situation where there is money to be spent, unplanned. The cynic in me started flipping possibilities in the head and nothing was true other than this being a genuinely honest gesture of appreciation for me.

So I was now basking in this glory of being Mr. Right and how I can show off to my married and unmarried friends how it's done. I could say anything with that shirt on me and that would be the right way to do it when it comes to managing husband-wife situations. I mean, I was going to be this suddenly promoted guru on marital relationships and how to make you look good in front of your wives. I had reached the point in my head that I would open a company which would give marital advice and we had done a good first year profit as well and opened branches worldwide and call centres and twitter accounts. The whole multi-national company thing on marital relationships consultancy.

You know how it ends, there was the flip side. I realized it when she came in cat walking in a shirt of her own.

The shirt had written on it,"Mrs. Always Right."

I remained speechless then, I remain speechless now. That is how this blogpost is going to end. No further questions your honor.