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I've been on travel for the job for most of the last two weeks, so you can imagine the wife's response when I told her I was going to spend Sunday at the office working on my kayak. It wasn't the first time I've heard: "I think you love that kayak more than you love me". Well, I came up with what I thought was the perfect answer. I told my wife that she should come with me so we could spend some time together while I worked on my yak. She seemed happy with that, so off we went. Now, in spite of my good intentions, I was about to find out just how badly flawed this idea was. We walk into the office, she stands there staring and doesn't say anything for about thirty seconds. We've only been married 3 years, but I've learned in that time that stony silence isn't a good thing. She's looking at the three kayaks in the middle of the office and not saying a word. :shock: Gotta think fast here. "Hey, Honey; why don't you have a seat. Do you want me to get you something to drink?" SILENCE. I'm already thinking; do I stick around for the coming lecture, or do I make a run for it? I'm faster than her, but she knows where I live and it will only delay the inevitable. Rats! I offer a feeble "What's wrong, Honey?" After a couple minutes of wifely wrath, I realize that I might have said something to the effect that I was going to sell the Drifter and the Prowler after I got the X-Factor. Well, it has been five months and I still have all three. OK; she got me on that one. I am still planning on selling them....someday. Why can't women understand; you can never have enough rods, reels, tackle, kayaks...... After some vague promises to sell the two old yaks the chill in the air starts to lift. Everything is good again and I get to work on the yak. Three or four hours go by (maybe five) and Wifey-poo is getting tired, bored and cranky. The warning signs are there but I'm busy working. Uh-oh! Stony silence again. Didn't see that coming. I guess I have to pay a little closer attention at times like this. Vague promises that I'll be done in 15 minutes seem to make things better. About an hour later I'm getting close to finishing and my wife is trying to help out by cleaning up around my desk. Oh crap! More silence. What is it now? She found the file folder with the receipts for the X-Factor and everything that I've bought for it over the last several months. Damn. Why did I have to keep all of those receipts? I'm in trouble now. I'm still considering making a run for it, but she's between me and the door. I'll never make it. Rats! No worries. I can talk my way out of this.
Everything worked out well. She can be very reasonable and understanding. A few very specific promises to have the two older yaks sold by the end of the month and all is forgotten. Oh yeah; I'm also taking her to Hawaii for a week.
I wonder if the wife will mind if I rent a kayak and go out for a little fishing while we're over there. 8)
Everything worked out well. She can be very reasonable and understanding. A few very specific promises to have the two older yaks sold by the end of the month and all is forgotten. Oh yeah; I'm also taking her to Hawaii for a week.
I wonder if the wife will mind if I rent a kayak and go out for a little fishing while we're over there. 8)
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