This morning I wake up, perform my usual morning routine, and go upstairs to make the coffee. I approach the coffee maker with horror growing in my heart, the pot is missing. Now for most people they would come up with a reasonable explanation like, oh my husband must have put it somewhere, but I am a chronic sleepwalker, I am always moving things around, turning on lights and just doing plain old weird stuff. So I go on the hunt for the coffee pot, I look in the usual places, the oven, the closets, all of the cupboards, no luck. I am standing in the kitchen looking stumped when my husband strolls in and asks "what's wrong". I said I probably had a sleepwalking incident and put the coffee pot somewhere, to which he replied "I put it in the dishwasher, it needed cleaning." I looked at him as if he was off his rocker. This is the first time since we moved in together that my husband voluntarily loaded the dishwasher AND to top it all off he also cleaned the coffee pot!? I smiled and hugged him and told him how happy I was that he was finally getting the whole "domestic" thing. He replied "Thanks, but I only did it so you'd let me go golfing today".
Men...I will never understand them.
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