It makes no sense because I chose my husband. I decided it was a good idea to spend my life with him and make babies with him. Obviously I think he has a pretty good brain in his skull. Why then do I not like someone to be right whom I picked specifically because of how he thinks and makes decisions? Got me. I just live here.
But, there you have it. I picked someone smart and now fervently resist his logical suggestions. Welcome to marriage.
My husband, who is a practical man, had a suggestion: If you don’t like the process of coming up with different glaze designs for all of your pieces, why not just do the entire kiln load the same way? I was horrified at the very notion.
Fortunately, though, I’m right about everything else.