I love my husband.
I really, really do.
And there's this little thing he does that makes me kinda want to kick him.
See, he very accurately described me once by saying, "Elaine likes to know things, not learn them." I love to be part of the conversation and show off how very, very smart I am. Thus, when someone spends an inordinate amount of time telling me all about something I already know, it makes a little part of me feel deeply insulted. Because I am so very, very smart, I ALREADY KNOW THAT!
And it's not like we're talking about being told about how nuclear physics works. I'm not, actually, that smart and so if someone decided to explain it to me, I'd listen (while being annoyed a little that I didn't already know).
So yesterday, I come home from book club to find my husband madly sketching out chicken coop designs and calculating wood needed for said designs. After two+ years of claiming he's going to build a coop, he seems to be feverishly working towards that goal happening THIS WEEKEND. OK.
Unfortunately, I have, over the last couple years of teasing, done an inordinate amount of research on keeping chickens, gave up the dream, and threw all that info OUT MY HEAD because it was taking up space I needed for important things like alternate routes to my daughters school, what constituents a "good lunch", how to place a hold on an item at the public library and the perfect way to make pancakes.*
So he proceeds to explain to me, in excruciating detail, what it will mean if we have chickens. In short, I'm pretty sure he was suggesting we'd never go anywhere again because we'd be dedicating our lives to their well being and would have to be around to fend off coyotes, dogs, hawks and errant children.
Can't we just get a llama?
He strayed into territory of the I-already-know-that variety and I got annoyed. His response? "If you already agree with me, then just check your ego and say you agree."
Does he not know me at all? Does he not know WOMEN at all?
I'm starting to think one of us is broken and secretly fear it is me. But I'd like to believe it is him.
In any event, I shall distract myself and you all by posting a photo of Allyn hula hooping in the Mission District while we wait for a table at a breakfast joint. I shall also inform you that more photos from our road trip are posted to Flickr and you can see them by clicking on Allyn below. I'm not done with all the photos YET, but am so much closer than I was before.
* WOW. That was all one sentence. I'm SO not changing it.