I will be the first to admit, I'm a little bit of an obsessive compulsive crazy person...at times. I like things organized and clean. I have a list of things I do on a daily basis. I check my bank account daily. I fold up my towels after I use them. I lay my clothes for work, including jewelry, out the night before.
My husband puts up with my craziness on a daily basis. He puts up with my bossiness and snarky quips.
"Umm...you failed to fold that hand towel."
"You were home all day and you didn't realize the cat didn't have food?"
"I noticed you left you gym shorts on top of the clothes hamper...why?"
Typically he doesn't deserve such brazen and cheeky comments, however today...he did. This is what I saw when I got out of work this afternoon:
Secret photo snapped of my husband.
Nothing too outrageous, right? Just a man sitting in his "man chair" playing video games with the screen door open, enjoying the summer-like weather.
WRONG--what this picture fails to show is the air conditioning blasting a cool 70 degrees on said man in man chair.
Madge: "Do you have the door open and the air conditioning on?"
Husband: "Umm yes, I guess I do."
Madge: "How long has it been on with the door open?"
Husband: "Not sure."
Now, don't get me wrong--I'm not THAT crazy, we just talked yesterday about being proactive about keeping the electricity bill down this summer.
Sometime I wonder about men!
I ordered these plaques from
Magnolia Lane for my store a while ago; we cannot keep them in stock and have had to reorder them so many times. Even though I'm a Yankee living in the South, I think they are adorable--finally broke down and got one, I have it hanging over my laundry room door.
I especially think #9 is quite apropos for my sweet husband's actions today. For about a year after moving down here I had no idea why everyone blessed everyone else's hearts...I thought Southerner's may just be pretty religious. My friends in the north may not know what "bless your heart," really means...here's the
Urban Dictionary definition.
