Friday, November 13, 2009

A. Pain. In. The. Ass.

Each semester, about two weeks before it is time to register for our new classes, The Hubby torments me with what classes and schedule he should take. I am not talking about thinking over two or three different options. I am talking about him changing his schedule 2 or 3 times a day!

What really sucks? I can't settle on mine until his is picked. Lucky for me, I only have two options. So, he has to sort of work around that in all his craziness, but I still have to listen to him change it so often. And when I quit responding? He get upset because I'm not listening or giving him the feedback he wants.


At least we register next week.


  1. Without the retards we wouldn't look so smart. :)

  2. If I wasn't so smart, I could take any number of classes in any schedule you could imagine and make it work:) Unfortunately, it's slim pickin's at our retarded college for anything above the most basic college pre-reqs, unless I want to be a degreed salesman (aka the business degree offering). At least I'm involving her instead of dictating we up and move to an area with a real university.
    BTW--AM--You are UNINVITED to Thanksgiving, I don't care what T says :)