I want to say something about my wife.
She is a patient woman.
It’s about 17 minutes after midnight here and I’m downstairs listening to loud music and typing on a computer…again. Whenever this happens, without fail, she lovingly places my PJ’s on the bathroom counter along with a beautiful handwritten note that threatens my life should I wake her while slipping into the bedroom.
Has anybody who reads this ever watched a movie with me? It’s a difficult thing. Not so much the watching the movie part, but afterward. We go to watch a mindless show for an hour or two just to enjoy each others company and invariably she will accidently ask me afterward, “so what did you think of the movie?”
That never ends well. I feel an uncontrollable urge to critique the holy living crap out of a movie at that point. I can’t help it. My pent up little brain has been analyzing every aspect of the movie since the opening lion roared and I always go on for like 25 minutes.
The character development, the weak plot lines, illogical conclusions, factual liberties, moral fallacies, blatant product placement, hidden political agendas, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. I can’t seem to just let it go and yet she still asks the question. And then listens, smiling.
I think she does it on purpose. She enjoys people watching and when I go off like that I can only assume that it’s fun to watch. Damn, I’ve been hoodwinked.
I’ll bet she doesn’t even like hearing about flying, my job or old Academy stories.
She’s a patient woman and now I’m a confused man.
1 comment:
If I liked women, I think I'd try to steal her from you ;) Happy holidays to you guys! I hope that all is well and you have a fantastic 2012!!!
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