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I love her because she understands me
Dec. 18th, 2007 09:39 amThe other day JD walks into the kitchen. She sees me filling the dishwasher with dirty dishes. On the counter is an empty glass and an open bottle of Gatorade. There aren't any "normal" glasses in the cabinet. My wife pours the Gatorade into the empty glass, puts the Gatorade back into the fridge, and leaves the kitchen.
Why?
As she would detail a little after the event...
She saw the evidence as I mentioned at the top and knew exactly what had transpired. I came into the kitchen for a glass of Gatorade. Pulling the last glass out of the cabinet, my anal-retentiveness kicks into gear. I am compelled to fill the dishwasher and run it so the next time someone needs a clean glass the washer would have one waiting. She decided to be sweet and pour my Gatorade for me, put the bottle away, and scoot quietly out of the kitchen to let me finish the chore.
Why?
As she would detail a little after the event...
She saw the evidence as I mentioned at the top and knew exactly what had transpired. I came into the kitchen for a glass of Gatorade. Pulling the last glass out of the cabinet, my anal-retentiveness kicks into gear. I am compelled to fill the dishwasher and run it so the next time someone needs a clean glass the washer would have one waiting. She decided to be sweet and pour my Gatorade for me, put the bottle away, and scoot quietly out of the kitchen to let me finish the chore.
