a folder for wires
Ali just got back from a business trip a few days ago…and can you guess what the first thing I said to him was?
“For crying out loud Ali, turn over! You’re snoring again.”
And the second thing?
“You do realize that the blender you are pretending to wash needs to be completely dis-assembled in order to get it properly clean?”
And the third thing?
“I hope you didn’t forget that you have to drop Maya to school this morning? Or did you?”
Immediately after I said this, 3 things came to mind:
- My God I’m a nag.
- I don’t even want to be around me half the time.
- It’s no wonder the poor guy disappears to one of his alleged conventions in suspicious locations like New Orleans, Las Vegas, and Mexico, every chance he gets.
So you’d think I’d keep my mouth shut right? Or at least say something nice? But nope, this is the fourth thing that came out of my mouth:
“I am confounded by 99% of what you do. But my confusion just hit a new high when I saw this.”
I have no idea why a wire would merit a file folder but all I can really conclude is that my nagging is what fuels Ali’s obsession with wires and cables.
Any other insights?