Since I know you’ve been wondering and were only too polite to ask, Husband’s new job is turning out to be a great fit. There was a brief hiccup over the horror of “casual Fridays”
But other than that? It’s all good. His boss loves him, his boss’s boss loves him, and everyone on his team is great. He’s already been put in charge of a design… which means I’m hearing about a design.
HIM: (talking about work)
ME: Don’t mind me, I’ve just got to… (points)
HIM: (to my back) Yep, that’s fine. I’ll pretend you’re not peeing while I talk about the amazing things I did and you pretend that the fact that you can hear me through the door doesn’t mean I can hear you pee.
ME: (thinking) Well now I won’t be able to think about anything else!
HIM: Blah blah blah flap seal blah blah…
ME: (washing hands) Wait, hold up. (opens door) Did you just describe the rubber as “sexy?”
HIM: It’s fuel-resistant! Plus, I’m pairing it with a Kevlar mesh.
HIM: Yeah. Kevlar. How cool is that?
ME: … there are no words.
Aw, bless. I shouldn’t judge. We should all be so lucky, right?
In fact, I hope you manage to find something sexy at work too.
HIM: So we’re gonna make two versions, one out of blah blah instead of the really cool rubber.
ME: I thought you called it sexy?
HIM: Hey, you don’t know—you haven’t even seen my part!
ME: (raises eyebrow just so)
HIM: Well… and it’s made out of clear rubber, which is kind of… but the other one is black rubber, which is maybe more sexy… Which would you…?
ME: You’re the one complaining I haven’t seen your part.
HIM: (laughs) Okay, well (gestures)
ME: I’m gonna go make dinner.