I Need It Bad

Jon said to me yesterday in disgust..."man, do you ever need a vacation."

He did this after I yelled at him (yes I yelled) after he threw away the envelope our cleaning people left us to put the next payment in. I believe my correct words were "why would you do that? Why Jon, why why why?"

See, Jon has been wonderful for me in so many ways...one in particular: he's a total neat freak, so...in our 11 plus years of living together, I've picked up on that habit and our house is usually quite presentable should anyone ever pop over. However, sometimes his zest for organization drives me up the freekin' wall. I had placed the envelope in the stamp/pen/junk bucket in our kitchen cabinet (which I thought was good enough). Well, apparently, it got in his way so he just tossed it. He claims to have told me about it but I certainly don't remember that conversation. Believe me, it's nice when everything has its own place, but sometimes I just want to leave something on the counter for just five minutes before it gets put away...or even tossed.

Of course, as I complain about my neat freak husband, I know there are throngs of jealous wives out there in blogland who have the reverse...they constantly pick up after their husbands and have to deal with such disgusting things like underwear left on the floor, crumbs on the counter or on the couch,etc. I know, I know I have it pretty good....and one other thing ladies...he does ALL of the laundry too...folded AND put away. It's fantastic!