“Marraige is all about sharing,” Neil is fond of saying, when what he reallys means is, “Why can’t I drink from your water glass? I don’t want to get my own.”
The answer is, “Because it’s mine. And because maybe I’m trying to see how much water I drink in a day and maybe you just screwed up my count. Grrr…” Yes, I growl.
I was reading MightyGirl today and I cracked up laughing, because I so feel her pain. I could have written that post myself. I buy our toothbrushes in girl/boy colors to make it super-freaking-obvious which one belongs to me and which one belongs to Neil. You’d think anyway.
Me: are you using my toothbrush?
Me: yes you are.
Neil: (looks down at handle) oh shit. oops.
But in all fairness to Neil, this has only happened a few times. It’s the Towel Confusion that reigns supreme in my house. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone to take a shower and found my towel pre-moistened for me. How thoughtful, right? Um no. It’s really, really gross.
And then there was this: I walked in the bathroom when Neil was in the shower the other day. There’s a towel draped over the door, and my hook is suspiciously empty. Hmm…
Me: hey, that’s my towel.
Neil: no it isn’t.
Me: yours is right here on your hook.
Neil: that’s not my hook.
Oh really? Looks like we’ll be starting from scratch on this one.Tweet