It was a competition after all to get ready for dinner...she won.
As we were walking to dinner she was like, " should I get the burrito or the hamburger because it is fried food night", which she does without, I go, "the burrito is better for you" foolishly thinking I had provided useful info and that that line was done...think again young jedi...She fixes me in an inquisitive glare accented by the rape prevention lighting provided by KBR at 3 times the cost to the taxpayer and 3 trillion gigawatts of high definition illumination, one or two rads down from a full on radiograpghic X-Ray...and says, and I am not making this up," is this some kind of reverse psychology way of getting me to get the hamburger because you hate mexican food?" What do you say to that? So I go ,"no", and I am sure that I seem even more guilty under the goulish lighting than I feel for absolutely NO reason at all...except maybe that I do hate defenseless mexican food and am secretly unknowingly prejudice against it and she sees to my core, sees me better than I do my own self and... or maybe I just told her what I thought and moved on...
I am reading Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs that I got free from Project Gutenberg on line you can get audio or printed copies of all these 6000 books including, Ben Hur, all the Leather stocking tales, Wuthering Heights .. all the Bronte things...I feel like a slug...she is hard charging at her college on line and I am reading about a FICTIONAL ape man chimpster idealized and heroized but for the last several days it has made for some interesting conversations..."WWTD?"...what would tarzan do? is always on my mind sometimes I even say it outloud.
Anyway, it is family time at the WooLleY place goodnight, adieu, adios, via con Dios...
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The wonders marital communication. It's called subtext. See when Kris runs out of some item, let's say butter, she'll say, "we're out of butter, do you want me to go to the store and get some more?" What this really means is, "Honey, stop what you're doing and go to the store and get some butter." I'll answer, "no, no I'll go get it." She'll say, "are you sure? I can do it." But what that really means is, "I concur".
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I need to get back to responding to your July 20th email.
Love,
Dad