Wedded bliss at its finest. Paul has a basket of clean clothes in our bedroom. They are clean and unfolded. They have been in the basket for about a week or so. Everyday he moves the basket to the bed, digs through the clothes to get what he wants. Then at night he moves the basket to the floor.
“You know, studies have shown that if you put the clothes away, you don’t have to keep moving the basket.” I said-very dead pan and not to be helpful.
His response…..he laughed. “I know.” I am glad he doesn’t always think I am an asshole.
He has accused me of snoring the past few nights. Apparently he doesn’t remember that I am a lady. Lady’s don’t snore. I might make “sleeping noises” but I would imagine they are lady like. I don’t care for his accusations.
Paul also complained that I chew too slowly and my chewing noises drive him a little crazy. Poor Paul. Sharing things like that only stocks my ammunition box. I will save that piece of information for when I need to bust it out.
Our document from the highway department was ready. Paul called and asked me to go pick it up. I absolutely could. However, I would have to put actual pants and a bra on….and it was raining. I told him it would cost two dinners at Margaritas….with alcohol. It would have only cost one dinner…but the rain…you understand.
He agreed. I mean..we really both win in that situation. It was actually kind of a thoughtful demand because he gets something too….my company…oh yeah and good food. Whatever…it all comes from the same account.
When Paul arrived home he started to apply for his electric permit from RG&E. Yesterday he asked me for the account number. I got up and found the statement, took a picture of it and texted it to him.
Instead of using the document I texted, he stood up and sorted through a pile of bills to find the RG&E bill to grab the account number.
“Why did I go through the hassle of sending this to you at YOUR request yesterday if you were still going to get up and find the bill yourself?”
He didn’t have an answer for me. So I grabbed some animal crackers, told him that he made me get up and find the document and THEN send a picture yesterday. As punishment, I threw the animal crackers in my mouth and stuck my mouth near his ear to do the slowest chew I could do.
“Oh come on!” He said. I laughed at my own creative genius.
I know he enjoys the grief I give him.
Tomorrow we have plans at a friends house, Saturday is a wine tour…….oh my!
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