my life, my pace

They just don’t listen.  Actually, they get annoyed when we try to tell them that we’re only nagging them because they’re so grossly illogical. 

Like today, when my husband decided to start on dinner.

Him: Should I start dinner?
Me: Well, you can start the rice now.  But you don’t need to start preparing the food yet because the rice takes so long that the food will get cold by the time it’s done.
Him: But it takes awhile to cut up the veggies and stuff.
Me: Does it take an hour?

With that, he just stomps off and returns after starting the rice.  I swear that’s why I do everything myself: to avoid his grumbling when I’m clearly right anyway.

And now, we’ve been sitting in our Prius for a good 4 hours because he refused to listen to my warnings about being careful with a particularly difficult part of this EV mode modification that we’re installing and broke the pin of one of the wires inside the plug.  Yes, that’s right.  The pin won’t come out now.  But instead of calling it a night and waiting until morning when there’s more light (which, by the way, I had suggested to no avail when we started off with this whole mod in the first place) and the possibility of buying some sort of extraction tool, he just keeps at it.  What disaster must befall us before he stops?  Seriously, we’re talking about the Hybrid Electronic Control Unit here…it sounds important.  And yes, I’m writing this post from his laptop while sitting in the car watching his failed attempts to get the pin out.  Men. *sigh*

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