- May 18, 2001
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My wife decided to hang framed pictures today. Normally, this sort of thing falls into the "man work" category in our household, but last night she was so enthusiastic about the project I decided to humor her and let her do it.
She hung two pictures, one on each side of our fireplace.
When I came home for lunch today, she asked me how they looked. We've been married several years now, and every now and again she tries her hand at this sort of thing, so I knew she wasn't prepared for the blunt honest truth. In actuality, one was higher than the other, and neither one was centered in their respective places - both were off to the side by as much as 4 or 5 inches.
But she was beaming with pride. She is the love of my life, and when she looks at me, I simply melt. Her beautiful face was radiant, hoping to hear those most cherished words that I could possibly utter: "good job." Inwardly, I decided that I would fix them tonight before she got home, and I would be enthusiastic about her work without sounding fake.
"They look, uh..., really good!"
Damn. I had just left work, and I hadn't noticed that my brain was still stuck on "stupid." "Uh" is such a tiny little involuntary sound for a person to make. Maybe she didn't hear it? Maybe she thought I was clearing my throat? Maybe I could loudly fart and quickly change the subject with the slightly less offensive faux pas?
No such luck. My little pause might as well have been every secret thought I had regarding the pictures loudly broadcast on national TV with bright flashing lights during halftime of the Super Bowl.
Bleh.
She hung two pictures, one on each side of our fireplace.
When I came home for lunch today, she asked me how they looked. We've been married several years now, and every now and again she tries her hand at this sort of thing, so I knew she wasn't prepared for the blunt honest truth. In actuality, one was higher than the other, and neither one was centered in their respective places - both were off to the side by as much as 4 or 5 inches.
But she was beaming with pride. She is the love of my life, and when she looks at me, I simply melt. Her beautiful face was radiant, hoping to hear those most cherished words that I could possibly utter: "good job." Inwardly, I decided that I would fix them tonight before she got home, and I would be enthusiastic about her work without sounding fake.
"They look, uh..., really good!"
Damn. I had just left work, and I hadn't noticed that my brain was still stuck on "stupid." "Uh" is such a tiny little involuntary sound for a person to make. Maybe she didn't hear it? Maybe she thought I was clearing my throat? Maybe I could loudly fart and quickly change the subject with the slightly less offensive faux pas?
No such luck. My little pause might as well have been every secret thought I had regarding the pictures loudly broadcast on national TV with bright flashing lights during halftime of the Super Bowl.
Bleh.
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