The Goddess and GUBU: Square Dancing at the Triple GGG Ranch

[GoatGal]

Oh... okay.

I am not planning on pulling any triggers, metaphorical or otherwise.
Because I am a person of peace.


But here's something funny.

Yesterday, H knew I was sick and although I *hoped* that he might actually step up and offer to bring me something, or ask if I needed anything when he was on his way, he did not.

I wasn't able to eat all day, so I bit the bullet and texted him:
"How would you feel about picking up some Chinese on your way?"

At which point he called and we had one of THREE, count 'em, THREE upbeat phone convos.

I swear he IS better.

He is smiling and laughing. It's amazing. I don't know if it's the intense bike riding but I know that helps. He has never been able to stay "well" without either running or biking.

I knew this was a problem for him with warding off depression, but he couldn't see it as clearly as I could. Now it's plain to see that he is feeling less depressed. It's not my imagination.

Anyhow, he brought the food, made some crack about Ebola... and keep my distance.
(A JOKE? First one in a year.)

Ok.. all that was good. He checked in on me later via text. Nice night.


Now, you recall how I patched and painted that bathroom wall?

Well... today I get a LONG text from him with lots of question marks:

"Do you know what happened to the wall in the basement bathroom by the toilet????????"

"It looks like someone took a sharp object and hit the wall and there are some spots with the paint chipped and missing???????????"

(I am not exaggerating on the question marks.)

So---here's the funny part.

I didn't touch that part of the wall.
The spots he mentioned were miniscule. Hardly worth mentioning since there are gaping HOLES where he needs to finish off the outlets, etc.

I have no idea how that happened, but it was probably HIM.

Nope. He says. "This is new". As if I'm some crazy person that would go in there with a broken matchstick and scratch a half-inch mark in the wall down by the toilet.


Anyhow. I said "Not me" (TRUE!)
And sort of wondered why he would even CARE.

I mean. Look at my living quarters! I don't even HAVE "walls"!

Is his concern for his precious bachelor bath, or for my mental state.
Like, am I in extremis and suicidal or something?

Finally I said, "Listen, about your bathroom. If I wanted to do some damage in there, it wouldn't be some little scratch by the john. You'd know it!"



Anyhow, I thought it was funny. Since I deliberately did not touch up all the dings that were already there from actions other than my own.

And that's what he focuses on.

Who knows? Maybe he's psychic.

Or he has a Nanny-Cam in the bowl.

Oh--and then he blamed "That GUY" (Farm Boy Toy).
"Maybe he was in there with a tool or something."

(And here's me, thinking. "Oh, he was in there with a hard tool alright. Such a big one that no wonder it put a dent in your precious wall!!!!" Okay, okay. I'm naughty.)

I said, "Maybe it's something you just noticed now, isn't that possible?"

He says "Nope."

Maybe he needs to portray me as a nut-job with a random nail file...

He probably was drunk and took the top off the tank and dinged the wall.

But so much better to think that his crazy STBX wife is out-of-control.


Whatever.

Life is weird.

---(G)GGG