PAVLOV WOULD HAVE A FIELD DAY

Either Husband is a total clutz or he is really really dumb. This is not being mean but just stating a very obvious fact.

You know how toddlers always have a bruise in the middle of their forehead from falling down and hitting their heads? Well, H always had a scab in the center of his bare head. (And since there is less and less hair up there it is becoming more and more noticeable. The man can not learn to OPEN the car trunk to its FULL OPEN position. He insists on just swinging it up and letting go before it stops moving. He then proceeds to reach into the trunk and smash his head AGAIN AND AGAIN on the half open door. AND THEN HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE IT IS MY FAULT!  That is the best part. But the car isn't the only demon in H's life. There is the plastic storage box under the bed that he continually smashes his toe on. Again, I have told him over and over to kneel down and MOVE THE BOX but that seems to elude him. He would rather smash his toe over and over and do nothing about it except give me the look that says, "This is your fault for putting the box under the bed". It has now become a thing for me that I will  NOT move that box come hell or high water. I really want to see how long it will take him to move it or to break a toe.  I have a friend who's husband used to clean the house for her. Or so he said . . .  there was a dead fly on a window sill that she left there for months to see how long it would take the "cleaning husband" to actually clean the windows and find it.  He NEVER did.

I have reached the point of having a really hard time NOT laughing when these things happen. There are days when either one could happen several times. It is becoming a problem for  me because I now have to run to the bathroom to keep from bursting into hysterical laughter that H would find offensive.
You really think he could learn but it sure hasn't happened yet.