Today I removed all the staples holding the torn leather on the loveseat, because the loveseat has two issues: the broken down upholstery and the torn leather, and no one works on both. So I have to present the tradesmen with separate issues.
I thought Gary would freak out when he saw the upside down loveseat, but he didn't. He instead bottled it up until he needed a bandaid and they were six inches from where he expected them to be.
But did I lose it, as I now do when he gets emotional?
No I did not. I laughed at him and eventually found the band aids.
Perhaps this is the end of the hysterics. Mine, anyway.
I thought Gary would freak out when he saw the upside down loveseat, but he didn't. He instead bottled it up until he needed a bandaid and they were six inches from where he expected them to be.
But did I lose it, as I now do when he gets emotional?
No I did not. I laughed at him and eventually found the band aids.
Perhaps this is the end of the hysterics. Mine, anyway.
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