Day #37 - 11/22/97 - 11:20PM

As a "Hunter", I'm fulfilling my role in our relationship by continuing to bring home the food. In the good old days of neanderthals, a nice hairy animal would have done well. Today, a severance check is adequate.

On the other hand, my wife says we have to go to the Mall tomorrow. That's because she "Gathers". Apparently, she hasn't gathered enough this week and her instincts are telling her she should gather at the big "Hecht's" sale where gathering is 25% off.

As Hunter, I accept this. I don't understand it but, I accept this. I just wish the Gatherer could understand better what I would like her to gather for me:

The Talking/Singing Christmas Tree.

Have you seen this thing? It's hysterical. When I told my wife about it she said it sounded "stupid".

OF COURSE IT'S STUPID! That's what makes it so much fun!

But, gatherers are a serious lot and if you can't eat it or wear it on your finger, the gatherer instinctively shuns it. As Hunter, I will lead my woman to Spencer Gifts and at least show the Gatherer what the fuss is all about.