So I was washing the dishes last night. Well, washing some of the dishes, while loading others into the dishwasher next to me. Not everything can go in the dishwasher, but my point is that I was being a dutiful, responsible husband, right?
Then I felt a sneeze coming on. My hands were wet, and covered with soap, and besides, there were no tissues convenient. Thinking fast, I leaned into the dishwasher, and let loose with a massive, gale-force sneeze. Why not? I was planning on loading it with detergent and running it in a few minutes anyway. One would think that my wife would congratulate me on my MacGyver-like improvisation skills, not to mention recognize the environmental bonus of not wasting a tissue. But no, I got treated to another "what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you?" lecture.
I asked her why she didn't object last week when pretty much the same thing happened while I was loading laundry into the washing machine. Turns out she didn't know about that. Whoops.
There are a LOT of crappy husbands out there. Us good ones are sorely underappreciated.



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