We all have those
ginormous little quirks that drive our significant other crazy. If I think hard enough, I'm sure I could come up with at least one thing that I do/say/don't do that just makes my husband lose his proverbial shit. If you've been reading long enough, you know that "losing someone's shit" is not only my favorite expression, but something that happens a lot around these parts. Sheepie loses his shit. Carter loses his shit and we all know I've lost my shit a time or two. Whew, how good does it feel to say "shit" this many times on a Monday morning?
Let's talk about something that really makes me lose my shit.
My husband refuses to use an entire sponge at once. He apparently thinks it's a giant waste of sponge and therefore, insists on cutting up the sponge into a bazillion and nine pieces and using, literally, the world's smallest sponge cube to wash dishes.
And just in case you thought I was making this up, here's a picture of the current sponge bits that have taken up residence at our kitchen sink. What is not pictured, however, is the giant intact sponge that I've hidden that comes out when it's my turn to wash the dishes. Take that, Sponge Nazi Husband!