“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
There are certain reoccurring household chores that I prefer that I do rather than Señora. I tell Señora that I want to do these tasks as I have a system. Sometimes she even listens.
I will be doing some task around the abode and Señora will ask if I would like some help. Sometimes I accept her aid, but, not infrequently, I will say thanks, but no thanks, I have a system.
Obviously my system is no more than the OCD part of me needing to do something a particular way. Whether it is better or not is debatable, but do not tell that to the little monkey riding my back.
Being, ahem, seniors, Señora and I both have regular medicine that we take. We keep our personal stashes in different places. In both stashes are to be found bottles of acetaminophen. I emptied my bottle of the last two pills the other day. Since I was running down to the valley to do some shopping I asked Señora if we had any more acetaminophen. If not I would purchase some. At first she thought we were out, but then she discovered a brand new container in her stash.
She brought the new bottle into my man cave as I was sitting in front of my computer. I very gently suggested that she pull the empty pill bottle out of my recycling can that sits next to my desk. She sat both bottles down in front of me.
I said, “you could have poured some from your bottle into my bottle.”
“Oh no,” she replied, “I thought you might have a system and need to count them.”
One feature of long term relationships is that sometimes the other person knows you much, much too well.
And for the record, I did not count them… thank you very much.
And so it goes.
