Oh, don't get me wrong...not nice to him every single day (I wouldn't want him to become complacent here!) but perhaps twice a week. Or possibly even three times.
It's because of the TV remote.
It's because the other night I was half-asleep and mangling replaying the DVR recording of 'The Good Wife'.
And Mr. Jenny said, "Listen, you're half asleep, do you want me to do the remote?"
And I said, "Well, no...I'm a lot better at it than you are..."
And Mr. Jenny said, "Well, really, not so much. You really aren't."
And I said, "Hmmm...yeah, I think I am."
And the sweet man, bless his almost senior citizen heart, didn't say anything else.
And so for the rest of the show I paid close attention.
And yeah, I kinda/sorta stunk at operating the remote, too.
And after 'The Good Wife' was over I asked him, "Why didn't you tell me I stunk at operating the remote?"
And he said, and I quote, "You always get so much pleasure thinking you are better than me at it."
And he has never said a word. Ever.
Is that darn closed to a Hallmark moment or what?
So now you know.
I am a shameless romantic when it comes to TV remote operations!