Already running late for work, I got into my car yesterday morning and was hit by the most awful smell. Y had taken my car to a basketball game last night and he’d forgotten his extremely sweaty jersey and socks when he got back. The stinky things had been congealing on the floor of my passenger seat for hours when I finally opened the door – and almost fainted.
In that split second, my lightheaded state from not having enough oxygen in my brain from not wanting to breathe because of the stench was the only thing that prevented me from marching straight back upstairs to our master bedroom to give my still-sleeping hubby a piece of my mind.
That and I was running late and the bedroom was a good two flights of stairs up.
So instead, I made one flight of stairs to deposit the offending items into the washing machine and headed for work. Then I sent hubby an SMS to tell him what he’d done and, because I’m a softie and by then I was no longer as annoyed (or the continued lack of oxygen was really starting to take effect), I started my text with “Hi darling.”
Hubby apologised. Twice. The second time much more profusely than the first. And in the middle of his second apology I decided, not for the first time, that love is truly blind because I cannot explain why I adore this man who drives me so completely insane sometimes.
Respek. My admiration goes to you.
Cos I remember that stench very well. And that was straight after he finished basketball. I can’t imagine having a sniff at it after spending A WHOLE NIGHT at the back of your car.
*am starting to faint thinking about it.
I knew you guys would especially understand what I was talking about.