So there are a few things I like to complain about with regards to my stellar husband. He's wonderful in every way except for remembering details and specifics. No problem right? Sure, except that our life is ALL about details and specifics at the present! The House of Q exists because of the details and specifics.
So you can imagine how pleased I was when I found this in a back corner of my kitchen cupboard today. Do you know what it is?
Yep, that's one mouldy orange! It's so mouldy, it's powdery and stiff. It actually smells not bad compared to some of the other smells occupying my life at present (see previous post Toilet Questioning).
But, this was great! This is just what I wanted to find in my cupboard this fine Friday morning. So, I did what any self-respecting Q Mom does, I called Jeff at work (the moment got the best of me).
He claimed he "forgot", "didn't know where that lunch bag was", then he got confused: "Wait, what orange?" and "what lunch bag?" Then, he started back pedaling and he wanted to end call asap asking me: "Is this what you called me at work for?"
My response: "Hell ya it is...!". In my mind, this was just one more forgotten detail that I had to clean up today. Living in the House of Q requires some nit-picking occassionally, and it was a particularly slow day for me.
Jeff's response: "Oh, okay, gotta go then".
And that was it, end of conversation and I didn't feel one ounce of bad that I'd taken away from his productive work time, because instead of cueing up the music videos I watch all day long (according to him), now I had to deal with this crusty, powdery orange. I wondered if there was some therapeutic or medicinal use for it but nah...I told myself: "Just face it, this is just another mouldy, stinky, Q boy mishap".
Ahhh, life is glamorous when surrounded by Q boys!
So you can imagine how pleased I was when I found this in a back corner of my kitchen cupboard today. Do you know what it is?
Yep, that's one mouldy orange! It's so mouldy, it's powdery and stiff. It actually smells not bad compared to some of the other smells occupying my life at present (see previous post Toilet Questioning).
But, this was great! This is just what I wanted to find in my cupboard this fine Friday morning. So, I did what any self-respecting Q Mom does, I called Jeff at work (the moment got the best of me).
He claimed he "forgot", "didn't know where that lunch bag was", then he got confused: "Wait, what orange?" and "what lunch bag?" Then, he started back pedaling and he wanted to end call asap asking me: "Is this what you called me at work for?"
My response: "Hell ya it is...!". In my mind, this was just one more forgotten detail that I had to clean up today. Living in the House of Q requires some nit-picking occassionally, and it was a particularly slow day for me.
Jeff's response: "Oh, okay, gotta go then".
And that was it, end of conversation and I didn't feel one ounce of bad that I'd taken away from his productive work time, because instead of cueing up the music videos I watch all day long (according to him), now I had to deal with this crusty, powdery orange. I wondered if there was some therapeutic or medicinal use for it but nah...I told myself: "Just face it, this is just another mouldy, stinky, Q boy mishap".
Ahhh, life is glamorous when surrounded by Q boys!