You know how I just bragged how wonderful my husband is? Scratch that. Here's a snipit from an actual conversation.



Him: I had to by a tool today.

Me: Oh? What'd you have to get?

Him: A compression gauge.

Me: What's that?

Him: It's a gauge.

Me: I understand that dear, but what does it do?

Him: It checks the compression. On the engine.

Me: Oh. And it's important?

Him: Well only if you want the compression checked! (And I'm going to ASSume we do.)

Now I realize you're totally thinking, that's not that bad. But let me just share this with you. Today, just a short time ago, I innocently asked how the work on the mower was coming and I mean to tell you. There was something about differentials, adjustments, belts, and all I know is there's freaking nasty thick black grease all over the dang garage. And another I know is that the dang thing aint working. The saddest part is that he looks at me in earnest like he thinks I understand what he's saying. People we've been married for 11 years (or 12?) and I've learned to just nod and say, "Oh my" with my own look of earnest. All the while I'm thinking, give me a timeframe baby, that's all I want from you right now. But I can't SAY that, no ladies, you know I'm right.

Poor guy, this after he spent the entire morning (well, about 2 hours) trimming horses hooves and getting stepped on. I should go make him some brownies.