Matt is good at pretending to be oblivious. So good, in fact, that sometimes I think he really just isn't paying attention at all. Ever. An example: Yesterday he was looking for a glass so he could get a drink of water. We have lived in this house for almost two months, and he looked in every single other cupboard before he got to the right one. Also, on his birthday last week, he asked me how old he was.
But I overheard a telephone discussion he was having regarding some issues with the contractor working on our floors the other night, and was reminded that I did, indeed, marry a smart man.
His side of the discussion went something like this:
"She's taking it all in stride. Well, not really, but she's being quiet about it."
Pause.
"Well, I think she realizes that I'm pissed off enough for the both of us."
And he was EXACTLY RIGHT. I was ENRAGED, but I knew he was too, and that two enraged people don't make a non-enraged person. Or people. Or...something.
Dude. Expectations? Raised. Even though he was pissed, he picked up what I was putting down. AND I DIDN'T HAVE TO SAY A WORD. Maybe we were communicating telepathically. Or maybe we finally know each other as only people who have been married for six-and-a-half years should.
Another gem, from the same conversation:
"I just had to hook the dishwasher up again, and will have to unhook it tomorrow."
Pause.
"No, she was all ready to wash them by hand. But I figure if she makes my lunch everyday, the least I can do is get the dishwasher up and running for her."
It's like he can read my mind!
