In the spirit of marital harmony and keeping the peace (and because I kinda owe my hubby one for this post), I am following in Mr. Lady’s footsteps, posting a list of some pet peeves I imagine my husband has about me, no excuses (no apologies either). Mostly, all I can do is imagine because I am SURE that my husband WILL NEITHER CONFIRM NOR DENY my THEORETICAL shortcomings in the comments here, or anywhere else, for that matter. The list will be go on until my self-respect starts to falter. 
Without further ado…
While I’m a fan of being organized, I’m not a fan of putting in the work require to achieve said organization. When it comes down to it, I’m a wee tad lazy. So while I will vacuum the floor, when he does it he will move all the furniture and really get into every nook and cranny. Where I will put the books on the shelves he will alphabetize and separate them by genre. I especially avoid chores that I really despise. Dishes that can’t go through the dishwasher *sometimes* stay in the sink for a day week and clean laundry sometimes languishes a while an eternity before being folded and put away.
I’ve mentioned before that I strongly dislike passionately despise chewing sounds. But I would not be at all surprised to hear that my husband is tired of me telling him to stop eating in right in my damn ears! Because I tell him that a lot. And I’m sure he’s ready for me to get the hell over it already.
My brain is like a friggin sieve when it comes to remembering anything technical. I can’t remember how to do anything on the computer that involves more than two step. So there are a LOT of things that I can’t do, even after being shown how 586934 times. It is probably irritating.
I need more rest than he does. That’s the reality. To him it’s that I’m always tired. Always needing a nap. Always whining about having gotten up too early or stayed up too late. I doubt he realized he was marrying a sloth eight years ago.
I am really easily frustrated. I get irrationally angry with myself and with him when things are not done the way I want them done. Immediately. Not the most attractive quality in a woman.
I get tired of deep, intellectual conversations kind of quickly. Not that I don’t like to have them. But I don’t have the mental stamina to talk about them for hours and hours like my hubby. Let’s just say my ability to grasp complex abstract concepts is not finely honed.
Oh, and I steal the blankets. Every night.
May 2nd, 2008 at 8:03 pm
You are totally my husband inblognito, aren’t you?
Thanks for playing!
May 3rd, 2008 at 10:49 am
its not that you “steal” the blankets, its that short people make us feel that way. For some reason short people seem to need twice the amount of the blankets as tall people. Come on.
I’m with you I will never stop this supposed “stealing” that these short people talk about.
May 3rd, 2008 at 7:58 pm
This could’ve been MY list!
May 4th, 2008 at 2:01 am
[...] Peevish [...]
May 4th, 2008 at 9:15 pm
Mr. Lady… “Inblognito”. Snort!
Darryl… Thanks for the support, buddy!
Tammy… Glad I’m not the only one with these particular, umm… well, teeny little flaws?
May 7th, 2008 at 2:41 am
I hear ya on leaving non-dishwasher dishes in the sink for like a week, and not remembering technical stuff. I tell Greg “my brain is too full”. He has seriously had to write out step by step, how to burn a disc of photos or put photos onto a memory card (the only two things I do on the computer). Even though it’s written out, I still need help. I’ve called him at work many times. I think Leif thinks I’m a total moron.
And, tall people DO steal the covers. By morning, Greg has half, and the other half are on the floor ON HIS SIDE. Don’t tell me I kicked them there!