Thursday, July 24, 2008

Pen Envy

There is no limit to the number of tools in a relationship.
Lover and I (well spouse now I am glad to say) were sat besides each other today writing: she, scribbling in earnest, me tapping away when I broke off and groped beside me for my pen. Said pen (one day old may I add) had wandered over to lover's side of the desk, I blamed a breeze or a hitherto undiscovered laws of physics (lateral gravity perhaps) and "reacquired it".

Only to feel irrationally irritated when after, having had to steal my own pen from within lover's reach in the first place, she had the audacity to steal it back. Imagine my surprise when she used same said pen to scrawl a little note: "Stop stealing my pens!"...I mused awhile over the inapplicability of "What's half yours, is half mine" marriage-clause when it comes to pens. Albeit fairly ineffectively, my reasoning marred by not being able to simultaneously fiddle with my pen.

Anyhow, I digress, closer inspection revealed that it was not in fact one of my possessions, nor had it ever been, lover had indeed been sat there merrily when I had swooped, in a case of jealous cleptomania, I had convinced myself that her pointy tool was mine somehow. Ironcially, the thief 'twas yours truly. Lost for words, and unable to articulate why I'd pounced on her tool, I found a substitute implement and scrawled my apology:
"Sorry! Pen.. envy !"