Ian in a nutshell

[missroserose]

I was arguing with Ian last night, not over anything greatly important but mostly just because he was being his usual infuriating self. As ever, it didn't go anywhere and I ended up giving up the cause for lost, but I woke up from a dream about him just now that I think illustrates my ambivalence regarding him nicely.

We were at a relatively upscale shoe store, looking for a nice pair of dress shoes for me, but after some time, we had failed to find anything of particularly good quality available on the shelves. Ian being Ian, he took personal offense at this, and spying a banner nearby that said "Quality Shoes for Sale", he angrily tore off the upper half so that it only said "Shoes for Sale".

Obviously, this attracted the ire of more than a few salespeople. I was all ready to just pack up and leave, embarrassed on his behalf, but he welcomed the attention - and started discussing with them why he was displeased, and what he was looking for, and why their current selection sucked. Apparently he critically saved his CHA roll, because towards the end, he'd convinced them to make him the manager of the purchasing department for the whole chain.

...and there you have it. Our relationship in a nutshell. :)

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Ian, Darlin' Man That He Is

[(Anonymous)]

Now Rose, would we love him if he wasn't difficult, demanding and complimentray of my cooking???? Why if he didn't suffer from the blackest angst would he be IAN for Gosh Sakes? Ian, the man who endlessly put together my Fred Meyer funiture, who tacked up my wall paper borders, who convinced me that one sip of real home brewed mead wouldn't turn me into a raving Irish alcoholic. I ADORE the man! Only wish he could have saved my lap top, but then she was a gonner before he could open his toolkit,I'm afraid. Evil, no doubt, but NICE Evil! We need more Evil folks like Ian. Love, Mum