Or, at least I think I'm thankful for that. Sometimes, it concerns me a bit that he really thinks I'm that crazy.
For example, we had this conversation yesterday:
me: Here's a link to that watercolor I bought.So, yay that Joe was totally okay with me purchasing a water cooler, to the point that he didn't even question it. Just, okay, woohoo, you bought a water cooler!
Joe: Watercolor? You bought a watercolor!
me: Yeah, I told you about it. I told you I had two glasses of wine and got all excited and begged someone to let me buy their watercolor. And you even acknowledged me and said that was fine.
Joe: I thought you said you bought a water cooler.
me: What the...?
Joe: I thought you were going to miss the one at work so you bought one for the house.
me: But I told you it was only $25.
Joe: I just thought you found a really awesome deal!
Acceptance of my crazy is grand, though I really wonder if he thinks I'm more screwed up than I actually am. Or maybe he just has a more accurate reading of my crazy and I think I'm not all that bad but in reality I'm some freakshow who goes around excitedly buying water coolers on the internet.
Or maybe I'm reading far too much into this and Joe just needs to have his hearing checked.