Thursday, April 02, 2009

Because I'm no (April) fool!

I was planning on writing up a post about the awesome April Fool's joke I was going to play on the Pretend Husband... and was even going to illustrate it with photos. But we got in a fight over the phone while we were each driving home from work, so I didn't think it would be a good time to pull a prank on him (letting sleeping lions lie and all that...)

But here's what I would have done... When we finally got to move all of our stuff into our new kitchen, I quickly realized there was no pen and paper on which to write down messages. So, I put a Post-It note pad and a pen in the large drawer that had a big divider to hold all our silverware, as well as random items like can openers, wine openers, etc. I must specify that each thing had it's own little compartment and I didn't think it was a big deal.

Well, the PH was not happy when he saw it. He took the pen and paper out, grousing about how I was trying to turn it into a junk drawer and it starts with a pen and paper and quickly turns into more pens and more paper and then other stuff until what was the silverware drawer is filled with junk, blah, blah, blah. I kept putting the pen and paper back in the drawer until I think he conceded defeat (as long as it's just one pen and one notepad).

So, after talking with my friend Flora the other night (who has been my partner in crime for many, many years and had been planning a prank of her own on her husband), I decided to turn the silverware drawer into a mini office. Pens, paper, scissors, paperclips, rubber bands, Wite-Out... I was even thinking of putting my laptop in the drawer. And, then, of course, I would have asked the PH to grab me a fork. It would have been awesome.

Am I the only one with an anal retentive spouse? I swear, the man will put up with a bathroom that would give germaphobes a heart attack, but will flip out over the number of items on the bathroom counter or a pen and paper in the silverware drawer. Oh, and don't even get me started about putting magnets on the fridge. It might lead to divorce.


Nikki said...

Hahahaha. Wait, was that supposed to be serious :| Well, I don't have an anal retentive spouse so I suppose it is okay for me to laugh right?

Srg said...

I say do it anyway... cause that would have been great!

And the PH isn't the only anal retentive spouse out there. Mine doesn't seem to mind all the magnets on our fridge. As a matter of fact, most of them are ones that he's accumulated over the years. For companies that probably aren't even in business anymore. There are so many of them, you can barely tell what color the fridge really is.

Nanc Twop said...

Oh, you -must- show him this:

How one guy's anal-retentiveness sent him straight to jail.

No passing Go, no collecting $200.


Soda and Candy said...

Right? Mine never cleans the bathroom but can't handle anything going in the wrong place.

(although to be fair I do have a charming habit of putting things "back" in totally random places)

Andy said...

He gets that upset over a drawer? Really? Well, I guess it's good you didn't pull that prank, or he would've stabbed you with a fork.

Funny in my mind said...

oh, do it! And put that movie Sleeping with the Enemy (Julia Roberts and weird husband who wanted everything perfect) on top

Phat Mama said...

LOL, You should have done it but I know what it's like not to want to poke the growly bear!

Phat Mama said...

P.S. I know what it's like to fight over what goes where.

My hubby and I recently fought over wether or not the 50 gallon jar of pickled weiners should go in the fridge. He said no, they'll take up space and they will be fine since they're pickled.

I said any meat, pickled or no, should be in the cold.

He won when I pulled the milk jug -and- the jar of pickles out with it.. onto my foot, and broke it. My foot, not the jar of pickled dick.

Muffy Willowbrook said...

Ack! one of my ex's thought the silverware belonged on top of the fridge.

He was 6'4".

I am not.

Stupid dick.