So my wife is a Gorgon, now what do I do?

Tell her honestly what happened. Tell her you are sorry and will pay for the body work.

If she doesn’t accept it, ignore her until she does.

Let your boss get a good look at her.

… or maybe old one-eye. You’d never need viagra again.

I’m not Cal, who wouldn’t think of plugging his book directly, but I did notice that he has a little www link after his posts that goes to the webpage for his book.

Gak! I hadn’t noticed that! Really – I filled out the form originally and just put that in as my website. I’ll take it out.

Ok update. The wife has calmed down, and become more rational. I am still typing so I have not been turned to stone. She actually read the thread and was quite amused - granted that was after a nice bottle of Riesling - but she liked it non the less.

RE: Cal’s book. It’s a great book, I highly recommend it for those interested in classic mythology especially Medusa.

From The Notebooks of Lazarus Long:

If it ever turns out that you are right, apologize at once!

Alright dude, you’ve won a little respite. Now, don’t mess up anything else. And make her dinner, if you can cook at all. Women can be bribed with food.

Heh, living in a home built for a wheelchair bound veteran has its advantages. Our garage, while technically a two-car garage, was built to accomodate vehicles with wheelchair lifts. We parked our van and a full-size truck(borrowed from my brother when we were moving) in it, opened the doors of both drivers and passengers sides all the way and they didn’t even touch. There was even room to walk past the open doors and the side walls of the garage, there wasn’t room to walk between the cars with the doors open though. We can also pull our van in far enough that we can open the hatchback with the garage door closed and still fully open the extra-wide(all the doors in the house are extra-wide for wheelchair access as well) door into the house all the way without hitting the car. We park the van in the “short” side of the garage. The space where the second vehicle would be parked, if we had one, is even deeper. When we parked the truck there I was able to lower the tailgate and unload big stuff WITH THE GARAGE DOOR SHUT.

Man I love that garage.

Enjoy,
Steven

WOW! mtgman - I believe you that you like your garage. Our’s on the other hand was an attachment onto our modern log home. Build not exactly for a Jetta and Avalanche, but hey we make do. And I have started parking on the left :slight_smile:

And about the Dinner note… I am dragging out the Grill for the first time all season… I am soooo excited!! I love my Webber.
Tonight is 20oz Porter House with Montreal Seasoning… Red Potato’s on the Grill and a nice Chianti…

OK, that is too funny for words.

How to deal with your Gorgon wife? I’m not sure. And now that she’s calmer, I’ll bet she’ll say “I have nice things and I keep them nice, I was mad because you hit my car and didn’t even think it was important enough to tell me about it.” Then she might cry and yell like I do and exclaim “WE JUST CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS, CAN WE???” Then you can feel free to laugh in her face and for the next 5 years and counting you can whine “We can’t have nice things, can we?” back at her, mocking her angst.

Hey, it’s worked for my husband and I. Anyway, grovel, clean the house, buy her some new stuff, and apologize. She’ll get over it. :slight_smile:

My suggestion is to have a couple of kids right away. Her car will be so trashed with scratches from tricycles, baby barf in the back seat, and french fry stains that a little ding is minor. Later, after they learn to drive you won’t even notice the burns in the seats and the dent from when they backed into a tree.

It’s Saturday - We’re off to the dealership to fix the ding…

Zette Do you know my wife? Thats’s exactly what she said!

Since the Jetta is a six speed Iam laughing imagining a Gorgon try to work the clutch, brake, and gas with a snake - like tail. All the while combing her snakes in the rear view mirror. OOPS just turned herself to stone.

O O O O A drive by arrowing from a gorgon in a Jetta
ducks all the rotten fruit