That's PENWiT, Dear. PENWiT.
Jan. 9, 2013 7:02 pm
Updated: Jan. 11, 2013 6:17 am
My wife, Mrs. Doc, or She Who Must Be Obeyed, and I are normally great communicators. She speaks and I do. It's quite simple. The only thing I really have to say (for the sake of survival) is, "Yes, dear!" It isn't quite as simple
as I am posing it here. The simple phrase, "Yes, dear!" must bear the weight of great sincerity lest it result in hard objects impacting my rather thick cranium. My father-in-law was very good at this(you couldn't even see him roll his eyes!), but sadly wasn't
able to pass his wisdom on to me before going home to the Lord. I think that might be why I suffer from frequent headaches.
Anyway, I had the chance to speak with my darling on the phone this week (a fairly safe mode of communication) and I told her all about PENWiT, or the People for the Ethical Noshing of WIng Tips. Even after 22 years of marriage, we occasionally misunderstand
one another. She asked me, "What's this about NITWiT?" To which I responded, "Well since I've been a stay at home parent for 16 years I thought it might be good for me to generate some income. For the wing tips of course! Not me! No. And it's PENWiT, not NITWiT,
my love." There were a few moments where all I could hear was static on the line, and then she replied, "Let me repeat myself slowly. What's this about, nitwit?" Commas are notoriously hard to hear over the phone. With the inflections all sorted out, I could
finally try to process what she was really trying to say.
I must confess that this particular epiphany stung just a might.