12-06-2006, 05:54 AM
Sadly, an F for trusting a teacher to be accurate.
An F for trusting my spouse to be factually accurate. (She is the teacher.)
She is prone to exaggeration, so I usually take what she says with a grain of salt, or sometimes most of the shaker when a story has been retold many times.
But this time I took what she said, because the parents of one of our kid's classmates own a Taco Bell franchise. They took the class (including aforementioned spouse as chaperone) on a field trip to show them how tacos are made. Well, Mrs. V told me about it that night. In one breath she gave a quick rundown of how the kids liked the field trip and what they saw and Taco Bell uses Grade D beef.
So you see how I could have believed her this time. It really sounded like she was passing on something she learned during her field trip.
But, alas, she has burned me again with her mixture of fact and fantasy. (Usually the mixture is something like "I've been asking you for MONTHS to blah blah blah..." whereas I remember it as one time a week ago.)
Of course, if I am to bring up this Grade D thing, she will accuse me of calling her crazy. Just because her sense of time has a different scale than the rest of the universe, she has imaginary conversations ("I TOLD you about this last week!"), and, again, can't discern reality from fantasy. (Another fantasy fact: all the other wives are married to husbands (true) who actually give them caring, emotional support EVERY DAY (definitely NOT true).)
Anyway, don't feel that my spousal complaints are my way of absolving responsibility for my inaccuracy. No, I take full responsibility for erring in the veracity of what my wife says, I should have known better, and I will not allow myself to believe what my wife says ever again.
Thanks for setting me straight.
-V
An F for trusting my spouse to be factually accurate. (She is the teacher.)
She is prone to exaggeration, so I usually take what she says with a grain of salt, or sometimes most of the shaker when a story has been retold many times.
But this time I took what she said, because the parents of one of our kid's classmates own a Taco Bell franchise. They took the class (including aforementioned spouse as chaperone) on a field trip to show them how tacos are made. Well, Mrs. V told me about it that night. In one breath she gave a quick rundown of how the kids liked the field trip and what they saw and Taco Bell uses Grade D beef.
So you see how I could have believed her this time. It really sounded like she was passing on something she learned during her field trip.
But, alas, she has burned me again with her mixture of fact and fantasy. (Usually the mixture is something like "I've been asking you for MONTHS to blah blah blah..." whereas I remember it as one time a week ago.)
Of course, if I am to bring up this Grade D thing, she will accuse me of calling her crazy. Just because her sense of time has a different scale than the rest of the universe, she has imaginary conversations ("I TOLD you about this last week!"), and, again, can't discern reality from fantasy. (Another fantasy fact: all the other wives are married to husbands (true) who actually give them caring, emotional support EVERY DAY (definitely NOT true).)
Anyway, don't feel that my spousal complaints are my way of absolving responsibility for my inaccuracy. No, I take full responsibility for erring in the veracity of what my wife says, I should have known better, and I will not allow myself to believe what my wife says ever again.
Thanks for setting me straight.
-V