My husband is asleep on the couch right now. I haven't seen him in almost three weeks. Probably, I should be sitting with him, thrilled just to have him in the house again.
Instead, I'm considering smacking him upside the head. He's a pretty easy target, being all sick and pathetic.
Why? You ask.... he touched my thermostat.
And no, I don't mean that in some euphemistic, inappropriate way. I mean he turned my air conditioning OFF.
Bastard.
He started complaining it was cold in the house a few minutes after he got home.
Which sorta tweaked my irritation radar - he's not the first to comment that it's arctic. F'ing lightweights - it's set on 72... no ice crystals forming anywhere.
But he's sick. And I was feeling a bit of pity for that.
So I got him a blanket, and opened a window next to the couch so he wouldn't freeze to death... and then I went to make dinner.
Somehow, while he was watching a movie with G, and while I was cooking, he found the time to turn my a/c OFF without properly notifying me. Or improperly notifying me for that matter.
Surely, that is grounds for a pounding. Isn't it?
3 comments:
Oh this is a CONSTANT tiff in our home! CONSTANT! I walk by it & set it to my likes. He walks by & re-sets it. Pounding? Oh yessssssss... maybe be gracious enough till he's a wee better. Maybe.
Pounding? Is that a complete beat-down, might need stitches? Because that is the only thing called for in this situation - and nothing less.
72 is cold?
Let's be nice to each other :-) ... just a though
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