I still cannot fathom my husband’s mind, no matter which way I try to read it.
Back to my Willys. I declined Steve’s offer to paint the tank. He said he had some black gloss Rustoleum. I told him I didn’t want my tank black gloss. He said that it would only be on ‘mostly the bottom’ of the tank. I insisted that it was my rig and I didn’t want the tank painted in gloss as the rest is painted in matted army green with a matte black interior. I would paint the tank myself, thank you. After all, I had successfully painted an entire Toyota pickup and a full sized Chevy Blazer in camo. I know how to rattle a can very well. End of discussion.
As Steve was ready to head out the door yesterday morning he mentioned that he was installing the tank in the Willys and would I like to fire it up? I told him that I would paint the tank and floor boards that afternoon as I needed to take Kidlet school shopping, so he would need to wait for a few hours.
That's when he said, “I already painted it.”
SAY WHAT? I couldn’t believe my ears. I asked him if we had just had a conversation about that subject a few days before. He affirmed that we had. I asked him what I had said when he offered to paint the tank for me. He acknowledged that I had said “NO”.
“But I already had black gloss paint and I didn’t want you to have to spend money and I needed to get that project done NOW and I can’t waste time waiting for you but you can go ahead and paint over it if you want to but I don’t understand why it can’t be gloss black on mostly the bottom…“ he retorted.
I was livid. I asked him again how he could interpret my “NO” for anything other than “NO”. He kept insisting that he had to get the project done and he was tired of stuff not getting done. Of course he didn’t mention his Buick that has been sitting in his shop and not drivable for the last seven years.
I tried to explain to him that you can’t just paint over gloss. It has to be sanded down. My Hubster just doesn’t understand anything about painting. He doesn’t ‘get’ prep work.
Still fuming, I left to take Kidlet school shopping. I love shopping with him. He’s a ‘run in & grab something’ shopper like myself. I’ve taught him well.
By the time we returned home, the Hubster had indeed wirebrushed all the gloss paint off with a drill and rotary brush. Today I will go buy the paint for the tank and floorboards.
I still don’t understand Steve’s sudden time crunch for getting my tank back in. I don’t know what it was about me declining his offer to paint that HE didn’t understand. He doesn't understand why he can't just do whatever he wants, and by gosh, 'who cares' and 'what does it matter?'
I’m trying to find something about this to laugh at.