How many engineers does it take to figure out the bean bag toss at a three year old’s birthday party?!
Sometimes being married to an engineer is just plain annoying. I know that Pam feels my pain, but I’m not sure if Christina does (I don’t think her engineer is typical!). Doug always needs some kind of project to tinker with, and now that our house isn’t that project, he has far too much time on his hands.
Tonight at dinner he tells me that he liked my idea about the building of his video game console. Huh?! My idea about the video game console?! For the record, I have never endorsed the building of a large arcade style video game. One time, when we were at the SkyBox, I mentioned how I preferred the old school coffeee table style PacMan game to the tall console. Somehow that comment translated into “Honey, I think it would be awesome if you built your own coffee table video game!”
I can’t take it! The horrible thing, besides the obvious, is that Doug will probably choose Pong for his game instead of PacMan or Super Mario bros. It could be a very long Summer! Anyway, every time I roll my eyes (which I do fairly often in a very dramatic fashion), Doug will come up with some nonsense about how I don’t truly support his hobbies the way he supports mine (he loves my quilting and scrapbooking!). Tonight I made some comment about how he was being such an engineer, and he replied with the aforementioned, “I would like to think that Jesus was an engineer.” How does one respond to that?! If I had known about engineers when I was younger, I think I might have tried to warn myself about them!