On Being Suspicious

Last week my friend was here, and life is not smiling on her. So, my husband was asking me how she was.
"Not too good," I replied, "I think I should really try hard to spend more time with her this summer."
"Sure. You can go there any time you want. Actually, maybe you can meet somewhere else, once in Seattle, once in LA, once in Vegas... During the summer you should make time and spend your weekends with her."

How nice. How incredibly great. "You really have a great one," said my friend, "It's almost too good to be true!"

Uhm. Too great??? Does he have an affair and he's just trying to get rid of me???

On Knowing Each Other

Overheard at dinner last night:
"So what is your wife's degree on?"
"I don't know about her undergrad, but she has a master in linguistic."

The wife in question was not obviously there. I advised my friend that he was threading dangerous waters. Not knowing what her undergrad is is pretty dangerous. That is the kind of thing that, at the beginning of dating, you're supposed to pay attention to. Because it's not okay, two or three years after you have met each other, asking "so, what did you graduate in?" It doesn't fly!! We told him we were going to make sure someone else asks her when he's not around, or he should go back to his in-laws and figure it out.

Now I have to wonder whether my husband knows what my undergrad is in. And then again, I'm an engineer- if you have been around me, you know it's pretty hard to forget that!! :D

On Being an Awful Seventy Year Old

I have manias, like everyone. I consider myself pretty easy going , but in the end I see myself becoming more and more engrained into my own habits, my own ideas, my own perspectives. So, one of the worse (for my husband) has to be the location of objects around the house. I had never thought about it, but I realized my husband tiptoes around me when he asks me where to out certain things- like laundry, pots, and groceries. Initially, I was irritated- c'mon, you don't know where we keep this and that in the house?? Then I realized that I am a panther (in Italian, it means I am quite aggressive) when things are displaced. I get truly pissed off when I cannot find my favorite pan in the right cabinet, the pasta on the right shelf, and the socks in the right drawer. So, it's yet again about me: getting me annoyed and ask me where to put stuff is actually better than getting me pissed off because I can't find something. He picks his battle right! Since I took notice I have been trying to keep myself at bay, and not yell at him, but in general I realize I have the path set to be a 70-year-old lady set in her ways, who has dinner at a set time and eats always the same three things, and grandchildren cannot move any items else they could be verbally executed by grandma.

*sigh*

On Full Disclosure

Okay, Okay... after much bickering, I have to admit- my driving compulsion is not limited to cars (or other moving vehicles, like bikes, roller blades, skis). It extends to TV. I drive the TiVo. And not just back-seat drive, this I actually monopolize! (I surrender it only during Formula One!)
Did I mention how much I love my husband??