When it comes to battles of passive-aggressive comments, I don't measure up. It's not as though I'm unable to grasp the concept, it's just my wife has a lot more ammunition than I. You see, I mess up. A lot. Wife comes home with a new haircut...I don't notice. Housework that needs done...it can wait. It's like I lay my own minefield.
But I got my shot and I didn't waste it.
We were packing for St. Louis two weeks ago and Rebekah was in charge of...well, everything...(see, I told you I give her a lot of ammo), so she was in charge of packing the cocktail of meds. "I've got Advil, Tylenol, ... , but I couldn't find the Zantac."
I moved the Aleve, and there, in plain sight, the Zantac.
It was just a little opening, but I nailed it!
"You have to move things."
Mission accomplished.
A Hard Burden to Carry
1 year ago
2 comments:
You hit me and I knew it as soon as you did it. I'm glad I finally gave you a shot! :) Love ya.
Chris baby, not much of a shot if you ask me...sorry friend...but I still love you:)
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