My husband (happy birthday, honey!) and I get along exceedingly well for the most part, but there are a few things about which I cannot get him to agree with me. Worse yet, whenever he thinks I’m bossing him around, he digs in and gets extra stubborn.
One sticking point is the temperature in the house. I’m comfortable in a very narrow range and also cheap about the utility bills. Therefore, I always think he has the thermostat set too high, no matter what time of year it is.
On top of that, he doesn’t seem to understand that there’s no point in having a fan on unless you’re in the same room with it. Moving air doesn’t cool the room, it just cools the person around whom the air is moving. Did I mention that I can hear the ceiling fan in the (empty) next room rotating vigorously?
I do concede now and then. I have always made it a policy never to buy white bread. I’ll make it from scratch now and then, but I never buy it at the grocery store because I like high-fiber, whole grain breads. The other day my husband plaintively expressed how much he hates the multi-grain bread I buy (and often end up feeding to the birds). I compromised and got some sliced Italian bread. I’m not going to eat any, but at least he won’t let it go to waste.
That’s a pretty short list of disagreements, which is probably why we’ve been married for almost 14 years and it’s seemed like five. For the most part, each person’s foibles balance out the other’s. That’s why he didn’t make a peep about my tax idiocy this year and I didn’t say a word about how late he was renewing his car tags.
Now if I could only get him to turn off the light above his desk when he goes to bed…
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