On the day of my appointment with the orthopedist, my husband had some errands to run. He took my car, promising he’d bring it back a half hour before my appointment time, which would give me enough time to get there. Ultimately he returned 25 minutes later than promised, and the look I gave him as I walked up to the car will, he said, cause him lasting trauma. And when I reached the car, I screamed at him, lashing out like the wounded animal that I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Luckily for him, I was in a hurry and couldn’t waste a lot of time yelling at him. And luckily for both of us, I made surprisingly good time driving across town and was only about 12 minutes late for my appointment, which was not late enough for them to send me packing. Whew!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I got home, I found that he’d cleaned the kitchen, fixed the broken screen door, and watered the piano. I had already forgiven him when he called me on my cell phone to apologize, but I really appreciated those extra touches. He’d made a mistake, but then he made amends. You can’t ask for more than that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But damn, he set the bar high when he did those extra things! Now we both gotta be careful not to make any mistakes. ;P<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
On the day of my appointment with the orthopedist, my husband had some errands to run. He took my car, promising he’d bring it back a half hour before my appointment time, which would give me enough time to get … Continue reading