Boys; or, the Perils of Married Life
So, Cory needed to return some DVDs he rented last night, but he couldn't find the case. He's tearing the place apart, ranting and raving the whole time, saying everything *but* blaming me for loosing it. He knows better than that now, but he was certainly implying that I had moved it someplace while I was cleaning, and now he couldn't find it. Uh, yeah, cleaning made the DVD case disappear. It took all my energy and will to keep my mouth shut and not say my usual "if it's that important you shouldn't leave it laying around."
Ladies, the pay off for keeping my mouth shut was sweet.
Hours later, after he'd already fished out a blank DVD box and marked it with the movie's name, then returned it, I notice that the door on the bathroom medicine cabinet that swings down to open has fallen open again. (The magnet that keeps it closed has come loose.) I walk over to close it, and there it is, sitting right on top of my makeup box, under the medicine cabinet door - the DVD case! Cory, being a man, had clearly brought it into the bathroom with him to read while on the loo, or quiet possibly brought his laptop in with him to watch the movie while in the loo. In either case we both know that I am not the one who brought it in there.
"Come here" I say.
"What?"
"Come here. Look at this, look!"
And while he backpedled and joked, I let it rip!
Victory is sweet.
Ladies, the pay off for keeping my mouth shut was sweet.
Hours later, after he'd already fished out a blank DVD box and marked it with the movie's name, then returned it, I notice that the door on the bathroom medicine cabinet that swings down to open has fallen open again. (The magnet that keeps it closed has come loose.) I walk over to close it, and there it is, sitting right on top of my makeup box, under the medicine cabinet door - the DVD case! Cory, being a man, had clearly brought it into the bathroom with him to read while on the loo, or quiet possibly brought his laptop in with him to watch the movie while in the loo. In either case we both know that I am not the one who brought it in there.
"Come here" I say.
"What?"
"Come here. Look at this, look!"
And while he backpedled and joked, I let it rip!
Victory is sweet.