My Husband
October 5, 2005 at 9:44 pm | 3 Comments »My husband has been known to be a bit compulsive at times. He hates running out of certain things. Or even coming close it seems. Tonight when I came back from my run, he was unpacking some groceries. I was surprised to see three packs of IceBreakers because I thought I’d remember seeing a few in the bathroom drawer where he stashes them. When I questioned his need for more, he assured me he was about to run out. Curious about whether I remembered correctly, I went upstairs and checked the bathroom door where he keeps his stash. Sure enough he only had nine packs left. Poor baby, how could I have questioned his need?
Has darling Richard met my mother?
Wait. I’m confused. The picture shoes the IceBreaker a bit askew in the drawer…I’m wondering if you yanked the door open?
I can’t imagine a world in which Richie would allow a spot in the apartment to be anything other than orderly.
Yes, I spread them out for the picture. As you guessed, they were neatly stacked. Albeit in the dim, back corner where the rather lame Treo camera couldn’t capture the inherent drama. Let the record show though that I did re-stack them after snapping the shot. The boy has me trained.