Wednesday, September 21, 2011
It's a Good Thing You Already Ordered That Handbag
Okay, so. Last weekend, TWH & I were working on our big assed shower. AGAIN. STILL. I swear to God, this is The Project That Will Not End!! We're so close to finishing it, it's not even funny and we're getting tired. Tempers are getting short. That damned shower is a hairs-breadth away from becoming the Elephant in the Room. That thing you ignore & refuse to talk about it because there are so many hard feelings about it. Anyways, I digress. We're in the shower working and I mention to TWH that some of his grout work is less than stellar in one section of the shower. He paused for a minute then responded with "Okay, I don't know how to say this without sounding like a complete asshole and pissing you off so I'm just gonna say it." (Always a great lead-in.) "It's not like I got a lot of help from YOU on this project". Now, while this statement isn't UNTRUE, per se, it's not exactly TRUE either. I offered to help multiple times and was told "No, I've got it. It's kind of a one-person job anyway". As the project wore on, TWH got a little snarly when I would watch & ask questions so I would flee & just try to stay out of his way. After his comment I remained silent. I had nothing to say. Out Loud. Where he could HEAR me. In my head, however, I went straight to "You Mother Fucker!! It's a damned good thing you already ordered that handbag I asked for!!". See, the night before, I spent an inordinate amount of time scouring ebay for a Coach handbag. In leather. I found one with pink stitching, (PINK STITCHING!!!!!) for what I deemed was a reasonable price (and TWH found only slightly cringe-worthy) and he ordered it for me. That is what saved that man from total annihilation last Saturday while we were sitting in the floor of the God-forsaken shower sweating our asses off. Of course, I told him what went through my head a couple of days later. He said he never even realized he was in danger. I should get an Emmy. Or another handbag.