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When Josh got home today after making a couple of trips to the storage locker with final stuff and working to get the sprinkling system up and running, he did a bit of whining about the things that had to be done at the house. I said, yea, but that is how all houses are. He said, not ours. If we were to move tomorrow there would be next to nothing to do to get it ready for someone else.
I laughed because I thought he was joking.
So I looked at him crooked and proceeded to list a bunch of the stuff that I could think of that needed attention in our house (that is just the plague of having a house...something ALWAYS needs fixing). Broken doorknobs, wall dents, ceiling fan issues, chipped paint, cracked windows....you get the idea.
Here is where he made his fatal mistake.
He looked at me like I was nuts and said, "Yes, but we don't care about those things. If they really mattered we would fix them."
My jaw dropped. All this time I thought I was in a partnership with someone who was going to help me take care of this home, I didn't realize it was up to me completely on my own to manage the entire process.
I stood up. I left the room. Better that than biting off his nose which was my first thought (his nose really is one of his distinguishing features so it is better left on his face).
He skulked around the house like a meek puppy for a while before he dared brave my wrath (boy can I be scary...I guess). He did finally try to come apologize and I am not very good at holding grudges so he wore me down and now we are friends again.
Funny thing is, even when I am mad at him (and it is usually over something silly like this) he is still my favorite person in the world and I'd rather be around him than anyone else. Guess we must be soul mates. I think I'll keep him.
But I'm still gonna make that list!