There are a couple of things about him though, that always leave me questioning his sanity and possibly losing what is left of mine. I’m OCD- so is he. To the point that he will come unhinged if someone (read: me) puts the ketchup in the wrong spot on the wrong shelf or if I maybe put the pepper in the wrong cabinet. We also have the always popular war of the sexes lid up vs. lid down dispute. Not really a dispute from me – I don’t care if he doesn’t leave it down. I have never understood why that is such a point of contention for couples. If I stumble into the restroom at night to pee and get my ass stuck in the bowl and shoot pee across the room- well that’s my fault. I know there is a standing pisser in the house and I should have looked first. Not him. He gets butt hurt if I leave the seat down- because he’s used to always having it up and if he’s too tired to check the lid- he might pee on the floor at 3 o’clock in the morning. To which I say- ha ha I beat you to it! I proposed one of those laser pens. We could mount it to the ceiling so it pin points the center of the bowl so he can aim accordingly. Or maybe reaching down and feeling if the lid is in the take off position or simply turning on a light to see! That did not go over well. At. All.
|Just scotch tape the dials , why don’t ya!|