I’m very thankful that Hubby is so supportive overall. He puts up with a lot from his overly-dramatic/always-up-to-something/slob wife.
He has a special little forced-smile-fake-laugh thing that he does when one of my Slob-Qualities comes shining through. Like the cabinet door thing. Or the never-puts-the-phone-back-on-the-charger-but-leaves-it-three-inches-away-from-the-charger-until-it’s-dead-when-he-gets-home thing.
Or the big-cup-of-icewater thing.
I love a big glass of icewater. That’s a good thing, right? Other than my one cup of coffee a day and the occasional soft drink, I choose ice-water. At almost any time of day, anywhere you find me in the house, I’ll have ice-water nearby.
My craving-of-water is good. My ability-to-remember-if-I-already-have-one-or-where-it-is . . . is not so good.
And my impatience causes me to decide that it’s better to just get another glass instead of wasting time searching for the last one.
See how I make it sound like “impatience” is a thing that has control over me, and it’s not my fault?
I decided that MAYBE he had a point when within arm’s reach were two glasses that still had ice in them. Un-melted ice.
And it’s not exactly the middle of winter right now.