For “early Christmas”, Dawg got a new car seat. Do you remember when I figured out that I didn’t really need a car seat? Well, I was only partially correct. While I didn’t need a car seat, apparently Dawg did. Well, not need, exactly…or maybe need IS the right word. I refer you to my previous post on OCD.
Anyway, it drove Dawg crazy that he didn’t have his car seat any more. I was willing to put up with it rather than admit I’d made a mistake, but my wife said, “No way — Dawg wants a car seat, he can have a car seat!” You can imagine my response to that. (For those of you who are single, my response was what it always is: “Yes, Dear.”) Since I’d thrown the old one in the trash, I had to go out, get the supplies, and make him another one. It’s exactly like the first one, of course, except that it’s new — and now that‘s what’s driving Dawg crazy. Here he is, laying on the new seat and moping about not having the old seat.
I swear, it’s easier being married to a headstrong woman than it is living with an OCD Dawg!
Later: I was over in our long-term storage unit and guess what I found? Yep, the old car seat. The one I was certain I’d thrown away. Ain’t memory grand? Sure wish I had me some. 😛