Here is the argument (verbatim) that Hub and I had this morning.
Hub: “Who keeps throwing all of these Q-Tips on the floor behind the trash can?”
Me: “Not me, it must be Laura.” (yes, I will throw my daughter under the bus if it will shut my husband up when I’m reading).
Hub: “Well, I think it’s disgusting that every time I empty the bedroom trash can, I have to pick up used Q-tips.”
Me: “Then don’t empty the trash can, I’ll do it.”
Hub: “That’s not the point, the point is…”
Me: (interrupting the boring monologue that was going to start) “Seriously? Are you seriously asking me about used Q-tips? Do you really think I give a shit about those Q-tips? I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna start putting my initials on every Q-tip that I use. No, No, this is better!!! Instead of throwing away my Q-tips, I’m gonna start shoving them up my ass after I use them and then you won’t have to worry about finding them on the floor, how d’ya like that idea?????!!!”
Hub: “Whose used cotton balls are these?”
34 years and counting.