Wishful Wednesday

I just wish it was already Friday.

I could easily crawl under my desk and fall asleep. Almost do it if I didn't think I would not get caught. computer fans would provide enough heat I would not need a blanket and they are tall enough I could sleep behind them and not be seen, except for of course, my feet.

Things to wonder about...

I have been with Tina for 6 years this May and its only been recently that I found out things about her. Things... that drive me crazy.

Well right now the only two things that do drive me crazy, ok maybe three things. Now they are things I can live with and all that but they do drive me crazy.

So I am a pack rat in the worst way but have been getting better. I am not as obsessed about cleaning as Tina is, but I am not a slob either. So this women just loves to "putter" as we call it. She just wont sit still no matter what. So she just "putters" around, basically cleaning anything and everything. Now this is not a bad thing, and its something I have grown to love about her, she is extremely cute when she putters. But... laundry.. She does it, washes, and folds. And then....

Stuffs them in what ever drawer there is space free.

Yeah that is right, she is organized about everything in the house, but when it comes time to put her laundry away, if it does not need to be hung up, well... its shoved in a drawer. Her closet is organized according to pants, shirts, long or short, sweaters.... You get the idea....

Me.. I am organized in certain things, books on the shelf in a certain order, DVD's arranged by subject, or actor, and my clothing drawers. So.. After 5 years she realized that she could not figure out my arrangement, she now leaves my clean cloths on my pillow for me to "organize" my way.

Got to love compromise.

The oven...

Is for cooking...

Not storage.

On more then one occasion I have turned on the oven to preheat and... Forgot to look inside. Have only managed to ruin one spatula thus far but man I have heated up a few pans in my time.

She says we have no space and therefore the oven is her storage unit. It is very hard for me not to remind her she can store stuff in the grill outside if she needs space, what makes it so special that it cant be used? Besides being outside.. However.. I chose not to have this debate with her.

The last and certainly not least thing,.... Toothpaste.

You would have thought I would have seen it before now. But she squeezes in the middle.

Maybe its because I have small hands or because her hands are a bit strong or bigger what ever the reason, well it just isn't right. Every night and morning I push all the toothpaste to the open end, all you have to do is squeeze it gently and it will come out. Thus is why I do this, but nope. She squeezes from the middle. Grabbing it like a bag of money and giving it a good old squeeze. Amazes me. Every time she sees me fixing it, moving the toothpaste for easy access, she tells me they have little tools for such things. Here I am pressing it out like a pie crust. I don't have the heart to tell her I wont buy one cause I am afraid it will become a flying missile when she squeezes the middle..

So.. Life and marriage.. Its about compromise... And.. I wish.. Just once... The toothpaste was not mangled...

So there you go, my thoughts for Wednesday, rightfully called

"HUMP day".

Take that meaning any way you want.