He rocks. I knew I loved him the very first time he visited my house (way back when we were dating). He fixed my garage door. (swoon).
So I’m starting a series called “Confessions of an Engineer’s Wife” – because I own the blog and he can’t stop me.
(OK, technically, he could stop me. He’s my webmaster.)
Check out our conversation yesterday and you’ll see why I believe he has an incurable disease.
Evidence of Engineering Disease:
Him: You know, I was reading some of your blog today.
(Ooooh! Finally! I hope he says that post on S-E-X was funny.)
Me: And?Him: I noticed quite a few grammatical errors in your comments.
Me: That would be the comments I type on my phone in carpool.Him: no… the ones you type when you’re drinking.
Me: Oh. Wine impacts my judgment, huh.Him: You need a spell checker after a glass of wine.
Him: Can you get a spell checker for WordPress?Me: It has one. I spell check all my posts.Him: But not your comments?Me: There is no spellcheck for comments.Him: Hmm… I bet we could edit the PHP code and change that.
Me: So, what did you think?Him: I think you need a better spell checker. I noticed that you had inadvertently typed “spun” when you meant “spurn.”
Me: So what did you think of the CONTENT?Him: Oh, I was busy correcting your grammar. I decided I was glad I wasn’t a regular reader because we’d get into grammar fights.
Me: Okay. I’m glad you don’t read it either. I’d love to discuss CONTENT and IDEAS with you. If I wanted an editor, I’d ask for one.Him: Don’t get snippy.Me: Just once, I’d like you to read something I write and discuss CONTENT.Him: That’s not fair. you are over generalizing.
Me: And the subject of the post with the single typo was…Him: I don’t recall.
Me: I rest my case. and I am sooooo blogging about this.Him: You’re going to tell on me to the blog. Ooooh, scary.Me: I promise not to make you look bad.
It’s not his fault. In his defense he has three huge strikes against him.
The post script for this story is the best part!
Final proof that my husband has a terminal case of Engineering Disease.
Last night, he went to a social event for work. He chatted with a mutual friend (Holly) who just happens to have an excellent blog of her own.
She blogged about the encounter. He was being a very helpful engineer, and it’s a funny story about perspective. Engineering perspective to be specific.
She shared it on Facebook and tagged him. He read it.
He sent her an email correcting her grammar!
I’m thinking of starting a support group for spouses of engineers. Let me know if you want to be a charter member.
PS – I spell checked this story twice. Just in case.