"I can't win!"
I showed Hubs a picture of my critique partner, Keri Ford. Now, just to clarify, it's not as if I keep framed photos of my critique partners lying around. She had taken author photos for her website, and sent me a few different choices, looking for my opinion. So they were saved to my desktop from the day before. I opened it up, and said "Do you want to see what Keri looks like?" Mostly because I always wonder what people look like when I hear stories about them. I figured maybe he did too.
"Sure," he replied. I think he was pretty disinterested, just passing by, but was willing to take a second. He later came to regret that decision.
I opened the photo, and he immediately said "Oh, she's very pretty!"
Apparently I sighed or twitched or breathed funny or SOMETHING (though I don't know what), because he immediately looked at me and began the backtracking. "I mean, not as pretty as you. No. Not at … are you…okay, I mean she is definitely pretty but not as…I. Okay fine. She's a troll. Are you happy?" He then stomped off and plopped on the couch in righteous anger and sulked all night. Every so often, I would hear him grumble, "Hate that game…can't win…surrounded by women…you're my only ally, Clyde…" Yes. The dog. Our completely idiotic Goldendoodle who would eat paste if we left the cap off. That's his ally.
And this is what becomes of an indecisive husband who can't figure out if you're upset that he thinks your CP is prettier than you, or upset that he thinks she's not pretty. Male Brain Implosion in three…two…one…
*By the way, he was right the first time. She's a pretty little country thing, isn't she?
