So on Sunday, when I was returning the carpet cleaner, Mark said "Can you pick me up a bottle of hair conditioner".
So I did.
I forgot to bring it in my car when I got back to the house. After that, its kinda fuzzy.
I *meant* to run back to my car (which is in the garage - it's not like 7 blocks away) and grab it. I just don't know if I did.
Then Sunday night, I cleaned out my car. Which is a hellhole. I literally could live out of my car. I had a can of spaghetti-o's, a nearly empty bottle of windex, a package of napkins, a bottle of speciality shampoo (NOT the conditioner or related to said conditioner) and so much other crap. I trashed A LOT of stuff.
(his comments are in quotes - mine are not)
So, today Mark asked "did you get my conditioner"? ummm. Yes. I definitely did. On Sunday.
"where is it" - ummm....I dunno.
"In your car still?" - no. definitely not. (cause I had already checked 18 times)
"did you bring it in and put it somewhere?" - ummm.... I dunno
"what do you mean, you 'dunno'?" - I think I lost your conditioner
"How do you LOSE a bottle of conditioner?" - Ummm....I dunno (notice a pattern?)
"Seriously, Margaret, you lost a bottle of conditioner?" - Yes. I apparantly lost a bottle of conditioner.
"and it's not in your car?" No. It's not
"Why didn't you bring it inside?" Ummm....I dunno
"Margaret - seriously....SERIOUSLY.... You LOST a bottle of conditioner?" - Yes, Mark, SERIOUSLY - I lost a bottle of conditioner. I checked all the bathroom closets. I checked where we keep the empty grocery bags. There is NO conditioner in this house. Well, there IS conditioner but not YOUR conditioner
"How in the HELL do you..." (Now I interrupt because if I hear 'lose a bottle of conditioner' one more time, he will be a lonely man) - Mark. Honey.... it's gone. I will buy you another bottle.
"Fine".
2 hours later as I am ironing, he comes up and kisses me on the cheek and says "I'm sorry we fought about a bottle of conditioner".
Seriously stop saying those three farkin' words. Before. You. Suffer. And. I. Shave. You. Bald. And. Don't. Need. Conditioner. Ever. Again.
29 August 2007
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4 comments:
I would play the Mark role in this scenario. But without the kissing and the apology afterwards.
Well, he DID apologize. Matthew would never do that.
But he WOULD repeat a phrase ad nauseum just like Mark. Is that a Y chromosome thing?
LOL! I could live in my van too...It is time to clean it out when crap starts spilling out when the kids open the door. Hey-it's their crap and they can clean it...I kid you not, there are empty cans, wrappers, pencils, pens, papers and assorted McDonald's toys.
That's exactly why I buzz cut Mike's hair. :o)
He'd never have apologized either. Enjoy it while you can... 10 years and it won't be happening. LOL!
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