Pursuant to my conversation with The Mister yesterday during the water crisis…
He phoned me to vent about work today.
I let him vent. I said all the wonderful things people say when life is unjust.
You must understand, he works in the world of math, and I have no idea what he was going on about, but he sounded like he was in a terrible way, so it doesn’t really matter about segues and rates and systems, just matters that I listen and care. He doesn’t complain about work very often, so it must have been awful.
I am a very loving wife. Such an excellent friend. And OMG I am such a bitch.
For about fifteen minutes, he went on and on and I supported his rant.
And then, when I thought he’d calmed down and run out of steam, I said, “Well, I just don’t know what else to say. I suppose were I you, I’d ask ‘What do you want from me?!?’ or ‘What do you want me to do about it?!?’ but I’m me, so I won’t do that.”
Then we laughed and laughed!
Good times, y’all! Good times!