My wife and I were playing Scrabble tonight....well....we started playing Scrabble....it was early in the game...on my second word....and I picked out three tiles from the bag....as my wife was trying to come up with her word. I told her that we had a small problem. One of the tiles that I pulled from the bag....was the letter....V.....four points.....but it had a magic marker line through the V. She didn't see a problem but I asked her what letter it was supposed to be....and she said a V....upon which I asked her why there was a line through it. She thought that maybe we had been using it as another letter....for if we dropped a tile on the floor....the dog would grab it and chew it....that is when we had a dog....and I would find another letter somewhere in our other games. I must have only been able to find a V....and put a line on it to make another letter. So we talked about that for a while. She thought maybe it was supposed to be an....M....but I thought that it looked more like an X. She just wanted to continue playing....but I told her that we cannot play Scrabble without the exact number of letters. So I dumped all the letters out and told her that I have to find out if we have 100 tiles. She wasn't thrilled about this and said that she was going back to her reading. So I started counting tiles but there was 101 of them....so I told her that I would have to separate all the tiles to see exactly what tile the marked tile was to be used for....and I had to start over a couple of times. Finally she said that she was going to bed....and said something about....OCD. It took me a while but I finally found what was going on. She was in bed and did not want to come back to play the game. I asked her if she wanted to know what the letter V with the magic marker line through it was supposed to be....and she said....no....but I told her anyway. It was just an extra tile that somehow got put in the bag. She told me to make sure that I threw the V with the line through it away....but I told her that we might need it someday....and she mentioned below her breath something about....hoarding disorder....and turned off the light. I started walking away but turned around and told her that I was winning 12 to 6 when we quit....so I won.
That was today....yesterday we were out at her mother's house. My wife makes a meal a couple of times a week and we take it out to her. Now she and I have this sight difference of opinion on food. She will buy an off brand if there is a good sale....but I would rather pay...the extra money and get the best brand. She insists that I could not tell the difference between the off brand and the top brand. This has been going on for 48 years and we haven't settled it yet. So....at dinner....I buttered a French bread roll....and took a bite....made a face...and told my wife that there was something wrong with the butter. She took a little umbrage with my comment....which I thought odd....so I just ate the bread....but looked like a five year old who was forced to eat his broccoli. So today....at dinner at our home....we were having corn on the cob....and she had soft butter on the table. I opened the fridge and told her that I was getting the block butter....and she said something trying to stop me....but I had it in my hand....it was an off brand of butter that we had at her mother's house.
Today....two days later...we spent a few hours at a museum....and then later went out to dinner....all told about seven hours....and when we reached our car to come home....I struggled a little bit to get behind the steering wheel. When I started the car a dashboard alarm signified that a door was ajar. After a quick glance at the graphics it appeared to me to be the rear driver's side door. I don't usually do this but my knees were aching....and I asked her if she would mind getting out and coming around to close the rear door on my side....of which she lovingly complied....but when she exited herself and walked around the car....and looked....oops....it my door that was slightly ajar. She open it and closed it....a little harder than need be.
