Years later, the Nobel Laureate would find herself at Halcyon Hills living out a sentence for assault with a (somewhat) deadly weapon after attempting to hold up a Dairy Queen at spatula point. She pleaded insanity, citing his inability to move three inches to the left and put the bills and correspondence in their proper place as the straw that broke the camel’s back.
This is soooo true! Thanks for my morning chuckle!
Haha I love this! My husbands inability to get his socks from wherever he removes them to the laundry basket will be what sends me over the edge!
Hahaha! Love it. Why are these minor things SO hard for them!
mwahahahaha!
I’ve been meaning to come by and comment ever since your unstyled post. This one finally got me to click, because it’s so d*mn funny!
YES!
She could very well have cited other common husbandly offenses such as putting dirty dishes on the counter top directly above the dishwasher, or setting dirty clothes on top of or next to the hamper.
Her stapler-wielding accomplice had a similar story, only involving milk left to congeal in the bottom of un-rinsed cereal bowls.
Ha! When we first got married, I knew my husband would need a place to put his menagerie of items (keys, papers, receipts, pens, phone, change) when he got home from work (Army uniforms = big pockets = lots of j.u.n.k.). So I put a good-sized, solid and sturdy basket on the dresser for him to unload his pockets. Um, how many time did I go into our bedroom to find a nice, messy pile on the dresser RIGHT BESIDE the basket? Hmmm? Hmmm? Yeah, just like you I couldn’t comprehend it. (Kinda nice to know I wasn’t alone, and it wasn’t just my husband, but it was a guy thing!)
*Mad (crazy) woman slams laundry detergent into grocery cart all the while speaking a full conversation to herself and even answering ~GASP!~ continues down the aisle to the fabric softener.*
All because of HIS inability to unroll HIS socks after wear.