Everyone thinks I'm such a grouch because I'm so hard on The Big Boy.
Y'all have NO IDEA.
A couple of days ago a friend wrote about the South and "false modesty," and that's when I realized...I married the family that formalized the term. The "Protestant work ethic" mutated.
Last week, I took down the bedroom drapes to wash them. This is a north-facing window, so the drapes are primarily for insulation from the wind. No sun. Drapes are still in the upstairs foyer floor. I WILL wash them, I just haven't done it yet. You're bothered? DO IT YOURSELF. Dumbass.
Came home tonight from an out-of-town weekend and NO LIE...he put aluminum foil over the bedroom windows. YOU DID WHAT????? I realized, he thinks he's making a statement but I have news for you...you just said the wrong thing ;(
Last week, I sent him an email requesting a handyman from the plant to install a new stove and over-the-stove microwave I was buying. No biggie.
He told me to wait on the purchase. He puts dozens of these in houses every week, and he was going to check on prices and sizes and what he could get and when he could get it and what we needed and what was...ad nauseum. I've heard this song. I once went two weeks without a refrigerator because he was "going to handle it."
So I bought the stove and microwave and gave it to him for our anniversary yesterday.
He is SO touchy ';)