So there are days that I am up for a fight. I can't really explain it, other than my family fought about EVERYTHING, and therefore I am genetically predisposed to fighting. That must be it.
Anyway, we just got into it because of laundry. More specifically me asking him to do it. It went something like this:
SHE: "So would go down and throw some of my black work stuff in the laundry?"
HE: "Um...no. Why don't YOU go down and do your laundry? I don't ever seem to do it right, so maybe you should go do it."
SHE: [FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]
HE: [FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]
SHE: "Fine. I'll go down and do MY laundry."
HE: "Well that's nice. Don't do any of mine."
SHE, smugly: "Well, you told me to only do mine."
At this point I'm pretty proud of myself, I stomp down stairs, sort ALL the laundry and start a load of black. With his stuff in it. I walk back upstairs, and HE is busying himself with changing the toilet seat, which we just bought this evening.
HE: "So....you didn't really only do your laundry, right?"
SHE: "Huh. Why yes I did. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO DO."
HE: "Sheesh! I did not! That is not what I meant, and you know it. I can't believe you didn't do ANY of my laundry!"
Now at this point, I know that all 2 of you who are reading this may be wondering why exactly I lied about doing his laundry, too. It's just that I can't let him have the satisfaction of knowing that even though he told me to do ONLY my laundry, that I still did his, too. Because that would be mean.
I know. It makes no sense. But that is just the way it is...for now.
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I'm so proud of the more often posting. Woo hoo!
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