Posted by Joke at 1:02 PM
Frogdancer posted at 3:36 PM, March 11, 2008
..laughed at your first sentence.
I've never run out of petrol (touch wood.) It's one of the things I dread ever happening, because I'm the only driver in our house (seeing as the others are mere children) and if the petrol thing ever happened it would be totally my own fault.
I don't think I could live with the shame and heartache....
Badger posted at 5:50 PM, March 11, 2008
Do those fancy Eye-talian sportscars you favor not have gas gauges on them anywhere? Or what? Because I'm failing to see how running out of gas is not your fault. (You still get time served for illnesses and whatnot, though.)
Joke posted at 6:17 PM, March 11, 2008
There is an issue with the fuel gauge fuse.
Which IS my fault.
Still, a day of no small suckitude.
BabelBabe posted at 7:43 PM, March 11, 2008
sophie only had 2 options, so count yourself lucky.
and i am with badger, dear man - sorry.
Stomper Girl posted at 9:20 PM, March 11, 2008
You should 'fess up to TFBYM or give your kids better training in secret-keeping. Mine ALWAYS rat on Fixit. The first thing they said when they got back from Boys Weekend Away was we stayed up till 9 o'clock.
crafty posted at 9:39 PM, March 11, 2008
She may not handle it well, but what you fail to understand is you have a choice between TFYBIM (?) not handling it well, and not handling it even worse because you withheld information.
My husband withheld for 6 months that the fire brigade was called to the house he was visiting because he had left one of the children asleep in it. The truth will eventually reveal itself.
Ha ha, the word verification is
u iz dum.
crafty posted at 9:41 PM, March 11, 2008
Oops, called to the house he had left the car parked in front of, with sleeping child in the car.
Poppy Buxom posted at 11:47 PM, March 11, 2008
I ran out of gas once while driving the kids to the city--literally right in front of a gas station. My husband's only words were: "You are your father's daughter."
So maybe he and TFBYM aren't a perfect match after all.
Joke posted at 11:53 PM, March 11, 2008
Had I run out of gas in front of a gas station -- there is one of those stories in the draft pile -- things would have eveolved differently.
The point which I spectacularly failed to make is that TFBIM was particularly set off by my telling her I withheld information because she handles it poorly.
Kind of how Islamofascists get upset when they are characterized as violent and then, to show their displeasure at being called thus, go off on a rampage of riots and explosions.
But I made all her favorite foods and plied her with wine and her mood softened.
Joke posted at 11:53 PM, March 11, 2008
P.S. I got the gas gauge fuse working.
bluemountainsmary posted at 2:26 AM, March 12, 2008
A declining fuel guage makes me nervous.
Thus I admit that I will never know the pain of which you speak.
Although Joke really and truly I could not believe you would tell your wife why you could not tell her.
shula posted at 3:03 AM, March 12, 2008
Nothing you can't fix with a bottle opener and a medium rare.
Consider, perhaps, substituting want she can't handle with what you could bear to bother her with, giving her general state of Extreme Business.
Isn't that what being a SAHD is all about?
My float posted at 6:57 AM, March 12, 2008
Oh dear LORD you have a lot to learn about women. First rule: keep your mouth closed. The issue isn't that the kids sold you out, the issue is that you sold yourself out.
There's a very good reason why silence is considered golden.
Joke posted at 2:30 PM, March 12, 2008
Even *I* am not entirely free of utter lapses in in good sense.
olivespearls posted at 4:34 PM, March 12, 2008
LOL! No sympathy here. You broke marital commandment #1: thou shalt not hold up the mirror.
MsCellania posted at 4:59 PM, March 12, 2008
They have new-fangled devices called gas gauges that work wonders on the running out of gas problem.
Oh, I see that the FUSE was in need of repair.
It's tax time. This all makes sense.
What did you fix her for dinner? I called my husband yesterday and made him come home from 2 time zones away. I told him I was having chest pains but neglected to finish the sentence that I reckoned it was pleurisy. (Which it is according to bloodwork and x-rays) So while he's glad I'm not dead, he is a bit miffed that I didn't use better identifiers. So I'm thinking I better cook a pretty good dinner tonight, pleurisy and all...
Yes, and what was the wine, too, come to think of it?
Poppy Buxom posted at 12:45 AM, March 16, 2008
Heh heh. He said "Islamofascist."