Morning all, hope you are well. I’m sitting here chuckling. I knew my husband was going to do this. He just walked into my office, grumbling about something. Then he put his tablet down next to me, and started growling about this that and the next thing.
There’s nothing I can do to help him. It’s not my fault, and not my problem. In fact, it’s actually on him. He stopped working on things in the garage years and years ago. He’s pissed because everything of his got moved out. Now, he is insisting on knowing where some random tools are. To be honest, he doesn’t need those tools, can’t physically handle those tools, but oh dear lord, the world will end if he doesn’t get those f-ing tools.
You know what? I don’t care. I just don’t. He needs to try to make my life miserable because change happened. His tablet is almost done being fixed, and I will hand it back to him. I’ll then take a couple of small things back into the house. My mug and water glass both need washing. Then I might go looking for his tools. I’ll also be looking for my bags of tobacco.
Take care my friends. Gentle squishy hugs. -L
AnonymousKnitter 