Roses

I have to do one more blog today and I really shouldn't because I hate to saturate things, but then again, um, ... who cares?

Last night I was late for sewing and I was on the outerbelt and we had been joking earlier wouldn't it be funny if I went in dragging all my stuff that I bought to bring to the class, but forgot my sewing machine? Uh, ha, ha uhhh ha. Well I remembered my machine but forgot the stupid pedal and cord. Dammit. I had to turn around and go home to get it. The problem is is that I had enough gas to get me there and back. So when I was on the freeway again the little idiot light came on to show I was low on fuel. You know what? I could have said the low fuel light came on and it would have been faster. Geez, no wonder I have carpal tunnel now...

Anyhow, I beeped Royce to have him come over to the Fabric store and put gas in the car on his way home. He said he would. Sos there we are 4 women sewing our jammie pants (which have turned out HUGE. I could fit my entire family in them....) and Royce comes in to grab my key. I whispered to him bring me back a water, ok? So he leaves and comes back and hands me a water. Kiss, kiss, love you, goodbye. So the teacher says real gently, "Oh that is soooo sweet that he brought you a water..." and all the ladies there nod their heads that are kind of bent forlornly to the side, and they are all in agreement, "Yes, sooooo sweet...."

So I go, "Well he really came to put gas in my car." Thinking that if they see that the water bottle was just a thing done in passing during a situational task they would see that it was really no big deal. But instead they all go, "Ooohhhh, how sweeeet, Awwwww..."

So I am sitting there and I say, "What."

What a nice husband. He so good to you. That is the nicest thing I have heard all day. Awwwwww.....

Then I'm like, "Uh. Hm. Well I'd do the same thing for him...."

And then, get this, they totally ignore me. Still raving on and on about Royce.

I come home and tell him and he's like, "You're spoiled. All of you are. We talk about it all the time."

"All of you" means my sisters and me, and "We" means my husband and brothers in law.

"You're kidding."

He goes, "No."

And then says, "And we blame Jim." Jim is my dad.

I can't believe this. So I go, "Does my dad know?"

He says, "Yes, he knows. He acknowledges it."

I'm like, "But he brought me a dozen roses yesterday to welcome me home." Thinking that if it's such a problem he wouldn't have done that.

Royce goes, "See?"

This is ridiculous. So I say, "But I'd put gas in your car if you ever asked me to."

He goes, "I know. But I would never ask."

And I'm like, "Why not?"

He goes, "Because you're spoiled."

I can't win.