I can do some terrible things and my long suffering wife just rolls with it. Then I get into trouble for the nothing little things. Just now was a cracker. When she was out (works Wed & Thurs in a school library) I decided to boil some eggs for the curry I'm going to cook tomorrow. I mark them, HB for hard boiled and put them into the fridge. That sounds OK? She gets home, looks in the fridge for milk for her cup of tea and grabs an egg and gives me heaps.
"What's this (holding up one of the eggs)? What's HB?"
I just say "Hard boiled eggs."
Then I get the works, "How does your mind work? why didn't you put a C on them."
All innocently I say "What would C stand for?" big mistake.
"cooked, cooked, COOKED, I'm the library clerk around here, I'm the one who categorises things, it's C not HB."
She walks of trying to figure out how I'm capable of breathing in and out.CRY
Then as a parting shot I get "HB is a pencil!"

"What's this (holding up one of the eggs)? What's HB?"
I just say "Hard boiled eggs."
Then I get the works, "How does your mind work? why didn't you put a C on them."
All innocently I say "What would C stand for?" big mistake.
"cooked, cooked, COOKED, I'm the library clerk around here, I'm the one who categorises things, it's C not HB."
She walks of trying to figure out how I'm capable of breathing in and out.CRY
Then as a parting shot I get "HB is a pencil!"
