Whenever my parents visit my Dad is delighted to take on any job that needs doing around the house. And because he takes pride in his work the guy won't quit until it's friggin perfect. It's just...awesome. My dear husband, on the other hand, puts so much energy into bitching and moaning even if I'm not nagging about the prospect of having to do something that he exhausts himself to the point that he needs a nap before he can even begin, and so begins the process again the following weekend.
So last weekend my Dad asks if there is anything else, anything at all, that I'd like him to look at before they left. Yes, I have a clock that has never worked right.
"Let's start with a new battery."
So I go into our bedroom and reappear with AAs.
"Uh, actually it takes AAAs."
No sweat. Thinking nothing of it I head off in the opposite direction for J's office where all the other batteries are kept.
J, witness to it all, is dying.
And did he cover for me? Noooooo.
Then, to rub it in, he makes me watch that episode of Coupling where the guys keep telling Steve to check out Susan's remotes.
In case you were wondering, yes, I still find ways to embarrass myself. It's a talent, really.