Adventures in Packing

Turning off the lights and getting into bed:

CB: “Watch out for the drill.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
CB: “The drill. There’s a drill on the floor.”
Me: “Why is there a drill on the floor? Can you just put it on the counter?”
CB: “It’s next to the hammer. And no, I’m already in bed.”
Me: “Ok, but what if I step on them in the middle of the night?”
CB: “That’s why I was telling you to watch out!”
Me: “But I won’t remember that at 3am when I get up to go to the bathroom.”
CB: “Then it’s gonna’ hurt.”
Me: “I love you too.”
CB: “That is love. I warned you they were there. If I didn’t, then that isn’t love.”

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As CB was cleaning out his closet last night, he came across a Simpsons trivia game and went to throw it in the trash.

Me: “Wait, what are you doing?”
CB: “Throwing it away.”
Me: “Why?”
CB: “Because I’ve probably had this game for 15 years or more and I’ve never played it.”
Me: “Keep it!”
CB, staring at me.
Me: “You never know! We might play it.”
CB: “We’re going to play a Simpsons trivia game?”
Me: “Sure, why not?”

He then placed the game off to the side and kept cleaning.

Five minutes later he took the game and threw it away.

Me: “Wait, what are you doing?”
CB: “Throwing it away.”
Me: “No! I feel bad for the game.”
CB, shaking his head.

Pause.

Me: “I really am a hoarder, aren’t I?”
CB: “Yep.”

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Showing CB items from my middle school diary.

CB: “Is that a paw print?”
Me: “Yep.”
CB: “You drew paw prints in your diary?”
Me: “Yeah…I did it because my diary had a cat on it, and I named the cat Augustus, and so once in a while I’d draw a paw print in solidarity.”
CB: “Seriously, you really shouldn’t tell me these things before we move in together.”
Me: “I feel like it’s better that you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into ahead of time.”
CB: “I disagree. Some things should be left in the dark.”

Happy Wednesday, everyone – we’re almost packed!