|Character flaws that I love about my wife.
||[Jan. 20th, 2014|12:21 am]
This morning, I was trying to get out to go to Arisia, but wanted to help Lis set up her new cubicle at work, first. On the way out of the driveway, I scraped a wheel against the corner of the house where the driveway turns, and put a slow leak in it. We got it to the tire shop just before the tire deflated to the point that it would hurt the rim; the tire shop isn't open on Sundays. So I got the spare tire out, but the flat tire was stuck on, and I couldn't budge it.
I got real mad, and started yelling about how much this sucked. Lis told me that I was catastrophising, and I agreed, but said that I'm entitled to fifteen minutes of unreasonable catastrophising. She told me, fine, but I had to hold off on it until we solved the problem.
Which, I must point out, is utterly unfair. How can I yell about how everything is ruined forever because we can't ever fix it, after we've already fixed it?
Anyway, we went across the street to Dunkin Donuts and called AAA. After all that was settled, I told Lis, "Okay. NOW can we talk about how I'm feeling about all this?"
She said sure, and looked up from the ebook she was reading, and her face just glazed over in boredom.
"Oh, come on!" I said. "I know you're not really interested in emotions, but I haven't even SAID anything yet!"
"I put down my phone -- what ELSE do you want?"
"And it's a good part, too -- it's right when Joren gets captured..."
And Lis sent me off to get on the train and go to Arisia.