I had a "moment" with John last night that I just HAVE to share.
me: the sheets in the dryer are done. will you make the bed and i'll take care of the rest?
john: sure.
me (thinking to myself): he better fold those towels (also in the dryer) without me having to ask him. wait a minute. what am i thinking? of course he won't. i just KNOW that i'm going to go in that bedroom to a pile of towels and then i'm going to be pissed.
I finished the dishes and went back into the bedroom, prepared for a catastrophy of towels. No towels. The bed was made. This was good stuff. Okay, so maybe the bed was a little sloppy but I could let that slide because the towels had been taken care of. The only question remaining was where were those gloriously folded towels? Not in their usual home!
me: babe, where did you put the towels that were in the dryer.
john: towels? you just asked me to make the bed. i was supposed to do the towels TOO?
me(thinking): oh my god. he just dug through the dryer for the sheets, obviously leaving the towels for someone else, aka. me, and half-assed the bed. grrrrrrrrr!
me: you've got to be kidding me!
john: but you didn't tell me to get the towels.
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court...i had to laugh too! after reading this yesterday, i thought of my aaron. we ate dinner last night, you know, the one i bought the groceries for, carried the groceries in the house, prepared and served? after dinner, aaron cleaned up the kitchen...aaron style. i didn't say anything at all, i mean afterall we do live together, and helping doesn't hurt. so when we got in bed last night...he looks over at me and says, "you never said thank you for me cleaning up the kitchen." thanks to your blog, i laughed outloud! men.
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