Not That I’m Complaining

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The funny thing [at least to me] about having a wife who has a blog [and obviously I’m talking about TUCKER having a wife and not ME having one squirreled away in a closet somewhere] is that if you tell your wife a bit of information, there is a high rate of probability that what you tell her will end up on said blog.

Actually, that pretty much applies to anyone unless they expressly say, “Do NOT write about this”. If I hear that [which I rarely do] then I don’t write about it.

That being said, Tucker didn’t tell me not to mention that he got a speeding ticket so I’m mentioning it.

You know how I wrote that whole “What If?” post and I said how I had changed the meaning of “what if” to mean something other than what if something bad happens?

Looks like I should have thought a bit harder about things that could have happened so I would have been prepared for Tucker to call me and say that he got pulled over for doing 70 in a 55 zone – though that part of road between Huntsville and Memphis is a notorious speed trap.

The whole anticipation of bad things isn’t because I want them to happen or even that I’m expecting them to happen; it’s a coping mechanism. Expect the worst and hope for the best and then you won’t be disappointed. If I can anticipate every “bad” thing that might happen then I won’t be surprised because I really hate surprises.

But, of course, no one can anticipate every bad thing [HI, Tucker’s ticket!] and so you get some nasty surprises here and there.

And now that I think about it, I actually took the ticket thing a lot better than I thought I would. Granted, it’s not money that we particularly wanted to spend on a ticket but is there ever money that you’re just like, “Here! Have this money, random town. I don’t really need it”? Yeah. Us either.

My initial reaction was to laugh since Tucker hasn’t gotten a speeding ticket since we’ve been married. This is the guy whose parents’ insurance company canceled because of all his speeding tickets. He was “that guy”. And I took it a lot better than Tucker would have taken it if I had been the one getting the ticket.

So, whatever.

That’s how I feel about it. It’s not a big deal but he didn’t tell me not to write about it and since he’s at Drill and the kids and I are fending for ourselves this weekend, that’s about the most exciting thing that’s happened so far.

Not that I’m complaining.