Sometimes Evil Buys A Minivan or "Passive Aggressive Love"
Assiduous readers of this august journal will recall several recent events:
1- That my spring project would yield something of a windfall in revenues,
2- That TFBIM immediately saw the black cloud in this silver lining,
3- That I tormented her natural sense of pessimism by threatening to buy a Ferrari
#3 is clearly an aggressive act; she has a quirk that renders her unable to enjoy good news worry-free and I'm just doing the margarita thing on the paper cut of her soul.
BUT...what if I accomplished the same thing without the veneer of selfishness? What if I bought something for her?
"Look honey, I bought you a new minivan."
-J., loving husband and father
1- That my spring project would yield something of a windfall in revenues,
2- That TFBIM immediately saw the black cloud in this silver lining,
3- That I tormented her natural sense of pessimism by threatening to buy a Ferrari
#3 is clearly an aggressive act; she has a quirk that renders her unable to enjoy good news worry-free and I'm just doing the margarita thing on the paper cut of her soul.
BUT...what if I accomplished the same thing without the veneer of selfishness? What if I bought something for her?
"Look honey, I bought you a new minivan."-J., loving husband and father
Comments
However, our rule is: Never Buy A First Production Automobile. Unless it tows its own back-up vehicle.
But then I spose you're joking and there's really a Ferrari in her future.
my eyes!
listen to vickee - this is NOT the way to go...based on the Chrysler Pacifica, this is just another example of Mercedes borrowing from their US side - and to no great advantage.
it is, I suppose, good as a joke.
The idea is to rattle the pessimism gauge without leaving fingerprints. :-)
-J.
Plus, wouldn't TFBYM rather have a weekend cottage or some new jewelry? Rattle that pessimism with something expensive that will appreciate in value!
-Gina (who loves spending other peoples' windfalls)
That wouldn't be passive aggressive. She wouldn't fret about jewels.
-J.
Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, needs to get to soccer practice that fast.
-J.
* At least in Europe, the lucky bastids.
I had a boy friend (not to be confused with boyfriend) in high school (late 80s) whose family had a Chrysler Voyager, and it had a stick shift. [This family filled with hairy, manly men wouldn't deign to drive anything with an automatic transmission.]
I guess those aren't still available?
However, we are a pack of speed demons. (I'll post one day about regularly driving from Georgetown U. to Miami in 13 hours.)
And NOS is going to racing camp this summer.
-J.
There's a place down heah called "The Racer's Country Club" and, basically, it's like every other Country Club you have ever seen EXCEPT that instead of a golf course, they have a race course and what they have is something called "shifter karts" which are basically miniaturized Formula 1 cars.
Anyway, they have a summer camp, and NOS asked to go, because he is all about the cool sports cars like his dad.
-J.
P.S. He also goes to golf camp. NTS just does the generic swim and play around camp.
By NOS's own admission the advantage of golf or racing over, say, soccer ::shudder:: or football is that if he wins he gets all the credit and when he loses he has nobody to blame but himself.
These are the dangers you run when you are offsprung by a self-employed (ex)Libertarian.
Don't get me started on group projects in school.
-J.
-J.
P.S. NTS got in trouble at school for exasperatedly yelling out the answers to questions other kids were supposed to handle.