(First and second freehand watercolor attempt, via onlinecardclasses.com watercolor series)
I'm not even going to get started on the kid stories. Suffice it to say I took every electronic they possessed, sent them to their rooms and cashed in their college funds to pay for my Botox/Restalyne appointment later this week.
But I'm used to that. My children are spoiled a bit and while they have good hearts, the part they choose to show the most would be the area I'd like to put a foot in, on most occasions.
But my husband is another matter. Like most (trained) married men, he's predictable. He is also aware of several immutable truths in marriage and while he slips up occasionally, I've never seen him do something as insane as what happened today, in all the years I've known him. There have been times his rationale confused me, but at least I could see a little sense in the foundation. But this...THIS has me worried to no end.
My husband is clearly either suicidal or downright stupid.
It started with me sitting in my craft room since 7am this morning. No, I haven't been crafting. I've been surfing the internet, catching up on my blogs; gossip blogs, decorating blogs, etc. In short, being completely useless. I could afford to be! Today was one of the rare days I had nothing planned. So you can imagine my surprise when a Duke Power truck pulled up in front of my house.
For my out-of-state/country homies, Duke Power is our electric company. Having them pull up in front of your house during a weekday can be a little disconcerting, as it means you might be a bit late on the bill and they have to remind you how weak and pathetic you are without access to lights and other necessities like dishwashers and the internet. Anyway, I went to the door and greeted the guy, who was holding 2 big pieces of equipment.
He introduced himself and said he was here, as scheduled, to put the devices on our air conditioning units. He must've seen my puzzled expression (or heard me mumble WTF?...not the letters, either) so he showed me the work order.
"So is there something wrong with our units?" I said.
"No ma'am. We spoke with your husband and he signed up for the program."
"Our conservation program." he said.
I paused here to gather my thoughts. The two words that kept clanging around in my head were 'A/C' and 'Conservation'.
"My husband signed up for a program to conserve energy via some type of monitor device on our A/C units?" I said, slowly.
"Yes ma'am." he said, completely oblivious. "During peak times, this device will shut your A/C down and not only conserve energy, but can lower your bill."
"Lower our bill." I stated, with a bit of relief. "So that's why...well...it must save a good bit of money, I imagine. I see why he would be interested..."
"That it does!" he chimed in. "This device has a max number of times it can shut your A/C down in a 24 hour period."
"Shut my a/c down?" the danger was back.
"Why, yes. But never more than a half hour." he smiled.
"Half-hour a day?" I said, through gritted teeth.
"Half-hour every hour. Every day." Now, I saw a puzzled look on his face.
"You're saying that I could have my A/C shut down as much as 12 hours a day? So tell me, what is the max I would save with that?" my voice was icy.
"8 dollars. A quarter." he took a step back.
"So my husband decided to Hell with the fact that I've been begging him and the kids for YEARS to turn off extraneous lights and take shorter showers and he chooses to shut down the A/C 50% of the time to save less money in a year than he pays for a round of golf? Especially now that his wife started having hot flashes that are brutal enough that she's learned to strip off her clothes faster than Kim Kardashian locking in on the smell of money nearby??? So bad that she's lost 30 pounds since fall without trying???? Are. You. F**KING. KIDDING. ME?"
Yes. I actually screamed the last part. Not to his face, mind you. It was to his back, as he was halfway down the driveway, back to his truck.
As for my husband, I haven't said anything to him, yet. He's still at work. I would never call him and get into something like this while he's at work. Not because he may be thought of as unprofessional, but because I'm not wasting the ass-chewing I have planned for him on a cell phone. Nope...this is an 'in-person' confrontation if there ever was one.
In closing, allow me to offer a bit of advice to anyone in a relationship in which you cohabitate. Saving money is fine. Making sacrifices to do that is admirable...but only when you BOTH sacrifice. My husband is hispanic and from Texas. Heat doesn't bother him. I am a translucent white, 46-year-old female, who has started para menopause and on top of my sensitivity to the heat in general, now I stand to burst into flames every couple of hours. There isn't crap for sacrifice on his part.
But to be fair, that's not what infuriates me. It's the fact he tried to sell me out, comfort-wise, for 36 pieces of silver...I mean, dollars. Didn't mean to throw in a whole biblical reference there. But, you know, maybe that's kind of appropriate...when he gets home from work in time to eat, he'd better hope this supper isn't HIS last.
(Please pardon any spelling or grammar mistakes. I simply don't have a chance to edit this. Time is short and I've got vengeance to mete out. Thank you for your understanding.)
Oh man...I can't stop laughing!! Get him good Carmen!! :-)ReplyDelete
I thought I should wait a bit before commenting, at least until you got settled into your cell. Don't worry! I'm pretty sure this is one of those things that falls under justifiable homicide!ReplyDelete
But, until you're out, you should have lots of time to do more lovely watercolours!
Know what? I know someone who is headed for 6 months in jail for a DUI. We were talking about it and, I'm as sober as a judge here...I'm thinking 3 hots and a cot, no screaming little minions and I'm pretty sure I can get some art time, as long as I keep it at a misdemeanor/criminal mischief level...I don't know about you, but WHY DOES THIS FEEL MORE LIKE A PRIVILEGE THAN A DETERRENT??????????ReplyDelete
Too funny. My husband also was excited about a similar deal here and we would get a new programmable thermostat! I work but I explained to him in no uncertain terms with a look that was close to setting him on fire that there was no gd way I was going to spend even one day home sick with a migraine in a house where somebody else was in control of the a/c and I couldn't override it. END OF DISCUSSION. And no we really don't need a new programmable thermostat. The one we have is only 2 years old. (I think that was what really ruined his day.)ReplyDelete
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You are my spirit animal!!! If you need a shovel and an alibi - give me a call!ReplyDelete
PS - love your watercolor - I'm in that class too.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Lydia...spirit animal?? I EFFING LOVE THAT!!!ReplyDelete
Forget the shovel...I'm going the acid route. You see, I've been watching Weeds and Breaking Bad. I'm not only confident that I could whip up a batch of meth, but I've seen how well acid works in both situations. Needless to say, it beats the hell out of all that physical work. That being said, I can be flexible. If we have to go the shovel route, I'll wait until November. That way, I won't break too much of a sweat. ;)