I think by now you all know I'm a freak. A cute one, of course, but nonetheless one who definitely has emotional issues. I figured by now if you had a problem with that you are no longer reading this.
Well the other day I think I let my freak flag fly a little too high that even my husband was worried. Actually, annoyed, yes that's what he was, annoyed.
Let me set the story up before I dive into the conversation. I have this thing where I can't shower unless someone is home. Yes. This is a true and embarrassing fact about myself. Trust me, it's more inconvenient for me, than anyone else.
I think that does it.
Hubs: Why can't I go into work early?
Me: You can, I just need you to wake me up earlier so I can shower before you go.
Hubs: Are you seriously not over the whole shower while I'm gone thing?
Me: It's not something you just get over. I can't help that there is potential for a serial killer to come in the house and surprise me by knife. Just wake me up a little earlier.
Hubs: If I do that, I still have to wait, defeating the whole purpose of getting caught up on my work. At that point I'm just irritated.
Me: Listen mister, I can't help the fact that there are serial killers loose in the world. What's ten minutes?
Hubs: Exactly. What could possibly happen in ten minutes?
Me: *mouth dropped to the floor* Are you insane? Everything. The man could pick the lock, pet the cats, walk to the shower, strangle me, and then stab me a gazillion times. Don't you watch those shows? These things have to be quick.
Hubs: *smiles, amused* He'd pet the cat?
Me: Well of course, he's not an animal hater. He's just there to kill me.
For the record, he did let me shower before he went to work. Just like he has the past six years we've been together.