Bloody Hell This Morning…
No, husband, I don’t know where your notebook is.
No, husband, I don’t know where your keys are.
No, husband, I don’t know where you put your wedding ring.
No, husband, I don’t know what happened to your spare shirt.
No, husband….
No, husband….
NO. GO TO FUCKING WORK.
BLAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH.
Haha. My partner does the same thing.
‘Tanya, where are my keys?’
“How the hell should I know? It’s *your* car.”
Then comes the inevitable panic-hunt for the car keys…it’s a wonder I get out the door at all..
And he stands in the middle of the living room looking helpless until I make some sort of cursory effort to help. These days I just run off a list of places I have found his keys in the past. “Next to the computer? In your pocket? In the car? On your head? Up your bum? GO AWAY.”
(via whitethornwolf)
