My husband recently had a large ball of wax pulled from his ear by his doctor. I don't think it improved his hearing whatsoever. He talks, and I wait for an appropriate amount of time after he has stopped talking before I speak, yet he interrupts me and says he's not done talking. Inevitably, he finishes what he started, or goes on to talk about something totally different, and my line of conversation never sees the light of day again.
Tonight, he was getting ready to leave the house. I asked him where he was going, and he got pissed off, saying, "Why do I have to tell you where I'm going? I'm getting a pack of cigarettes." Right before he left, he was asking me why it sounded like an alarm was going off. Then he left. Well, the alarm was his, and he was gone 50 minutes, and I couldn't get up the stairs to turn off the alarm. The dog was running upstairs and barking, but there was nothing I could do but turn up the volume on the TV. Finally, our son came home from work on his break and turned it off. Hubby wondered why I was in a bad mood when he got home...
Then I had to explain to him step-by-step how to freeze the okra he bought: divide it into four (4) bags. Freeze three (3), keep one (1) for dinner tomorrow. I'm trying very hard to be loving, understanding, and kind to my spouse, but sometimes, I'd just like to whop him upside the head with a frying pan.
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