Married life

For those who seem to feel an irresistible urge to ask 'How's married life?'

After 4 years, the highlight of my day is one of those conversations. They start with OH entering the room muttering. Nine times out of ten it's because he can't find something.

'I can't find my (could be anything)!' 

'Have you looked (insert sensible place to look)?'

'Of course I have, it's not there!'

'Would you like me to have a look?'

'It's NOT there, you'll be wasting your time!'

So off I go to have a look, move some things and Hey Presto! I find the missing object.

'Where did you find it?'

'Exactly where I told you to look'

'You can't have done, I looked there!'

 

There was a good example of this type of conversation today.

He walked and asked me if the old Flymo has a grass box, I said yes it does.

He walked in an hour or so later, snorted and announced that not only does it not have a grass box, it doesn't even have a place to put one.

I told him he was wrong, he disagreed, I told him that I would prove it and that then he would owe me a cuppa. He said I'd be making my own cuppa.

I led him out to the garage, walked over to the Flymo (complete with grass box) lifted the lid off the grass box and asked 'If that's not a grass box, what is it?

He spent the next hour muttering about how he doesn't know about crappy girly mowers, he only knows about proper mowers.

I got my cuppa though :)