And in other news
Will someone please put a bell on my husband?
I was down in the laundry room in the creepy, dark part of our basement, and I had started the washer running, leaving the lid open to add something else.
I had just taken something from the laundry pile, turned to face the washer, and added it to the water. When I turned back around to grab something else, he was standing THISCLOSE to me from out of NOWHERE. I effing SHRIEKED at least twice at top volume, scared out of my damn wits. He laughed while apologizing profusely, so that wasn't very effective for appeasing me, and I think I called him every dirty name I could think of, and maybe even smacked him. He said he thought I'd hear him approach me -- ON CARPET, WITH BARE FEET, WITH THE WASHER RUNNING directly in front of me. Ugh. I have no words for the look I gave him when he said that. If he wasn't so adorable and honest I'd think he was just being a jerk. :P
And in other washer-related news, he asked me the most bizarre question. today: If we got a set of melamine (unbreakable plastic) dishes, could he put them in the clothes washer to clean them so we didn't have to do dishes by hand? o_O
I'm wondering about my hubby more and more lately. He spends wayyy too much time alone in that basement at work. I think it's starting to do weird things to him. :P
ETA: And where was my dog when I let out this bloodcurdling shriek of terror? Didn't move from the couch upstairs. >:O Today she tried to all but EAT the Avon Lady when she delivered my replacement product, but I cry out in distress and she's sitting contentedly on the blanket snuggled against the laundry pile. Grrrr. I came up and looked at her and she wagged her tail and perked her ears just a bit and looked kind of guilty, as if to say, "Well, I WOULD have gotten up, but I was COMFY, you see...." Damn dog. Blah. :P
I was down in the laundry room in the creepy, dark part of our basement, and I had started the washer running, leaving the lid open to add something else.
I had just taken something from the laundry pile, turned to face the washer, and added it to the water. When I turned back around to grab something else, he was standing THISCLOSE to me from out of NOWHERE. I effing SHRIEKED at least twice at top volume, scared out of my damn wits. He laughed while apologizing profusely, so that wasn't very effective for appeasing me, and I think I called him every dirty name I could think of, and maybe even smacked him. He said he thought I'd hear him approach me -- ON CARPET, WITH BARE FEET, WITH THE WASHER RUNNING directly in front of me. Ugh. I have no words for the look I gave him when he said that. If he wasn't so adorable and honest I'd think he was just being a jerk. :P
And in other washer-related news, he asked me the most bizarre question. today: If we got a set of melamine (unbreakable plastic) dishes, could he put them in the clothes washer to clean them so we didn't have to do dishes by hand? o_O
I'm wondering about my hubby more and more lately. He spends wayyy too much time alone in that basement at work. I think it's starting to do weird things to him. :P
ETA: And where was my dog when I let out this bloodcurdling shriek of terror? Didn't move from the couch upstairs. >:O Today she tried to all but EAT the Avon Lady when she delivered my replacement product, but I cry out in distress and she's sitting contentedly on the blanket snuggled against the laundry pile. Grrrr. I came up and looked at her and she wagged her tail and perked her ears just a bit and looked kind of guilty, as if to say, "Well, I WOULD have gotten up, but I was COMFY, you see...." Damn dog. Blah. :P