Jimbo wrote: Any bets she'll make me go back and bring the stuff home?
Oh, do I know my wife.
Home from yoga, she got angry when I proudly told her how I got rid of the unwanted stuff and she told me to go back right now and get it. I said no. There was no one there. No one saw me. I was wearing a hoodie. (
Making myself laugh.) So she said she would get it herself and I thought she had. I thought I heard the front door slam. But no. Turns out she went to sleep. Fast forward to this morning, about 2 hours ago, and I made some delicious coffee and brought her a cup. She said no, she didn't want it and then she left for work without her usual goodbye. That's when I put on my jeans and hoodie and went back to the not-yet-open recycling center and luckily the things were where I dropped them and they're back home again and cluttering. Oh, there will be some residual anger but it'll pass. If I hadn't brought the shit back home I'm sure she'd haunt me to my grave with this. Wives.
Civilization can never be taken for granted. Thierry Meyssan