Sorting through my weekend, I could not find anything worth being upset over. Then, with panic setting in, I began twisting everything that I did. Was there any way he could be mad that I went shopping with my mother? Was it wrong of me to go watch the Siena College basketball game last night? I was at a loss. Really, this was a good thing, I hadn't done anything wrong.
Being 450 miles away, I think there is very little that I can actually do to make Jeff mad. Looking back at our 2 year marriage and our total of nearly eight years together, the things that I have done to make Jeff mad, are fairly impossible from our positioning on the globe.
For example, Jeff hated when I left laundry in the dryer. It was to be folded immediately. Well, I cannot do Jeff's laundry from here, so I cannot leave Jeff's finished laundry in the dryer. Jeff got mad when I showed up places late. I didn't do it often, but it was really bothersome to him, not only because it shows lack of respect for others' time, but he would get worried. Jeff didn't like when I washed the glasses carelessly and they had fingerprints on them. My uncle could careless, he is just happy someone is doing his dishes! And, he did not like when I let the gas tank get too low. Personally, I did it because I like when he pumped the gas for me!
Thinking about these things, I was sure there was no way he could be mad at me over any of them. It would be nearly impossible unless he was having some sort of flashback. Although I had confidence that I hadn't made any grave mistakes, my stomach was churning. Undoubtedly he was mad, he called me by my full-maiden name.
Turns out, he was fooling around. He just wanted to get me going. He succeeded. These are the times I wish he was closer so I could deck him!
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