I'm at the sink, cleaning the dishes, when the following conversation occurs:
Kris: Since the Gingeriches aren't doing their banquet on Valentine's Day, do you wanna do something together?Sometimes I feel like I'm living with a stranger.
J.D.: Sure. What do you have in mind? (Thinking: Dinner at Higgins or at Tong King Garden, or maybe even a quick trip the coast.)
Kris: Let's go bowling!
I'm grogging awake. Kris is folding and putting away the laundry. (We have an ongoing deal. I keep her car fueled, and she does my laundry, except for ironing. I hate to do laundry. Or, more precisely, I just never get around to it.)
Kris is trying to put away my "I agree with Tyler and Pete" t-shirt (and other recently purchased thrift store clothing), but there's no room for it. Plus I'm giving her lip.
Kris: Alright, you've just earned a major chore for this weekend, boy-o. You've got to rearrange your clothes. Until you do, you're not allowed to buy another piece of clothing. No pants. No shirts. No belts. No socks. Nothing. If you do, I'll just start throwing things away. You've got t-shirts you never wear because they're so far in the back of your drawers that you never see them. You only grab the top thing. [ed: It's true.] You have friggin' t-shirts coming out of your butt!Husband abuse! Husband abuse!
At this point, she notices that I'm transcribing the conversation.
Kris: Stop it! or I'm going to knock you down!
So, repeating to myself that mantra I developed oh-so-long ago ("Kris Gates is always right. Kris Gates is always right."), I pull out my t-shirt drawers (of which there are three) and put them on the bed. We sort t-shirts.
We can agree that some t-shirts stay and that others must be purged, but on other t-shirts we have disagreements. For example, on our trip to Crater Lake last fall, I bought a bright red USA t-shirt for $4. I want to keep it, if only just for yardwork.
Kris: J.D., that shirt is very ugly. It is in your best interest not to wear it. It doesn't matter what you wear it for.Ultimately, it stays. "You've been very good," Kris tells me. "I guess you can keep that for now."
We've got a gallery of quotes taped to the inside of our front door. Many of you have seen them, but for those who haven't, here are some of Kris' gems:
I'm not bossy; I just like to tell you what to do.I love my wife. Sometimes our distinct individual goofinesses makes for amusing conversations, though.
I know you're in here to be sweet, but I really don't want to listen to Johnny Cash right now.
You complicate my life by thinking for yourself. Just do what I tell you.
Your happiness is dependent on my happiness.
Stop! I will tell you what to do.
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On this day at foldedspace.org
2007 — Scattered Thoughts on Intelligence In which I meditate on the nature of intelligence.
2006 — Four Things In which I respond to an internet meme, listing four favorite things in various categories.
2005 — Sidetracked In which I move all of my books from upstairs to downstairs.
2003 — Double Habanero Beef Jerkey In which Tony brings me some jerkey of death. In which Harrison shouts a "shark charge!" In which our investment club loses money.
2002 — The Dream of the Red House In which I have a very strange dream.