“I’m probably maybe going to stain the porch floor again next summer.”
Zen-Den said this.
We were moving our wicker furniture into the screened-in porch, setting it up for warm weather. This is the furniture that we’d put into the basement last fall when Riley, the neighbor dog introduced himself to us.
While I’m accustomed to the way lawyers speak, obfuscating to not commit themselves to anything specific, the above sentence was unique.
Even by husband lawyer-speak standards.
His lack of enthusiasm about what might need to be done made me laugh out loud.
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“Could you get anymore vague and non-committal?”
I said this, lamenting that he was being so indecisive.
To which, I kid you not, he stopped in place while we were carrying furniture up the stairs. He needed to contemplate if there was a way of making even less of a verbal pledge about doing something.
At an unspecified later date.
Next year.
Leaving me standing there on the bottom step, holding up the back end of the wicker loveseat while wondering why I never learn that snarky comments get me into the most awkward situations.
Honestly… 🙄
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