When I came home from my TKD class tonight, W was already home, and couldn't miss the like new hot rod yellow VW Beetle in the driveway. She greeted me with her typical "Hey" (while typing away on her iPad, didn't even look up) No mention of the car.

I think: Well, this certainly isn't turning out like I had hoped.

I'll spare you the back and forth comments. W basically showed absolutely no excitement, and very little interest in a hot little car that's much nicer than the one she has now. Thing is, I know it is because it is from me. If one of her GF's showed up in this number then OMG!

I don't think this could have been any more disappointing.

Honestly, I also don't think it would have mattered one bit what I brought home. Just like gifts I have gotten for her, (this car not a gift) there would be some reason to poop on it, or ignore it.

M: How was your trip?

W: Good. Except I dropped my iPad in the pool! I was drinking and lost my balance. It's still working though. (Thank the Apple god, since I know that thing is her soulmate)

M: I bet that sobered you up!

W: You would think.

She later says she's really tired, (and frankly looks stressed to hell for someone who just had a spectacular 4 night Cancun resort vacation.) At one point during dinner she had a brain pain where she closed her eyes, held her head and moaned for a minute or two straight.

M: Do you need a drink of water?

W: No.

On a positive note, tonight's TKD class was great as usual, and my instructor, who I haven't talked to in quite a while, called me at home just to see how things are going.

Also, It turned out the General Manager at this dealer is the son of the owner/president of the first letter shop I worked for! It's been 20 years and I did not recognize him, but he did me! He was a little kid when I started working there, and a teen when the company closed 13 years later. We talked for quite a while about families and old memories, like the time his Dad had me change the camshaft on his Camaro while on company time.


M: A really long time.
Crisis: 5 years.
She's still worth it.

Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by lack of meaning and purpose. -Viktor Frankl