Good weekend, but almost no writing because someone had a serious case to Car Fever. Now to be fair, we’ve been planning to buy a car for about six or eight months. Our car is getting up their in miles and it’s time. So someone finally got serious.
And in case you’re wondering, it wasn’t me. I’m a whiner, as in, “Do I have to deal with car salesmen? Please, I’ll be bake you anything you want if you just don’t make me go be nice to salesmen.”
Wizard acted annoyingly rational and reasonable. “”So you want to deal with car repairs instead?”
“Fine.” So Saturday I went to lunch with Biker Witch then had to cut that short so Wizard and I could drive miles and miles to a dealership and engage in Bait and Switch. It was ridiculous and we walked out. We don’t engage with cheaters, just saying.
The next day, we find a car for the price we want, deal with professionals whom I actually liked (no whining!) and we got the car. Wizard’s Car Fever is now temporarily in remission.
So I thought after dinner I’d have a few hours to work. But then while doing dishes the sink clogs. I’m mutter. “Crap that’s not good.”
Wizard walks in from outside because he has bionic hearing when I screw up. “What’s not good?”
“Sink’s clogged.” And I know why so I fess up. “I put potato peels down there.” He’s told me not to and I always scoop them in the trash instead, but we were talking about the car and the good experience we had buying it, and I wasn’t paying attention.
His reaction? “Did you?” Seriously that was his reaction. Then he takes the trap apart, cleans it all out (POTATO PEELS PACKED IN THERE!) and puts it all back together.
So I know I screwed up and said, “I’m sorry I know better.” (I have this compulsive need to confess, it’s one reason I decided against a career in crime).
He shrugs as he carries the towels to the washer and says, “Easy fix, don’t worry about it.”
The funny thing? When he screws up, he’s furious at himself. But when I screw up? He laughs and says no big deal. Although once he thinks it’s safe, he’ll tease me mercilessly. But he never gets mad.
So that was our weekend. How was yours?