Just talking to my colleague as she uses a pepper grinder at her desk and it makes me laugh as I remember… Shortly after we were married, Josh found that he had some coffee beans but we didn’t have a grinder. So he threw them into our pepper grinder “just to see.” It didn’t work. That thing sat with coffee beans for months. Never did use it again. Another thing, and maybe I shared this story, was when I was at work and I asked him to get out our Panini maker for dinner. I got home from work to see he had everything out, ready to go. All the ingredients. He kind of just wanted me to hold his hand through the process. I am glad I did—“Ah, Josh, that’s a waffle maker…” Those would’ve been some cool looking sandwiches, though. With him always getting home at least two hours before me in the evenings, he was ready for dinner the SECOND I got home every day. If he was “making” us dinner, he would’ve done macaroni and hot dogs every day (much to Isla’s delight), frozen pizza loaded with ranch and Tapatio hot sauce, or Marshmallow Mateys because “Those are the best and you can get so much more when you buy the big bag of that versus a box of Lucky Charms, Kate!” (I didn’t eat cereal.) So, for dinner, I always planned ahead. Freezer meals or I did prep for everything the night/morning before and would leave him instructions. And not simple instructions. Detailed instructions that I got so used to writing down, I’d do them for everyone and I’d get a waft of shit about it. But I had to walk him slowly through it, because he just didn’t care enough to want to do any work where he had to think after he got home at the end of the day. He wanted to be in his “nothing box” before he had Isla and I nagging at him, so I had to simplify. “1. Preheat the oven. 2. Open the fridge. 3. Look at the bottom shelf. 4. Pull out the pan that has tin foil over it. 5. Remove foil. 6. Add to oven. 7. Cook the rice that’s on the counter.” I soon learned that my rice instructions were not up to par because he would call. “How do I cook the rice?” “Josh! Look at the side of the box! There are instructions! READ THEM!” “Where?” “I don’t know. YOU are holding the box. I assume on the side that doesn’t have the nutrition information. Do you see ‘Stovetop Instructions’ somewhere?” “Oh yeah. So I get out a pan and put water in it…” “Josh! Can you please do this part on your own? I don’t need to sit on the phone for this, do I?” :-P Drove me absolutely crazy. Lazy bum. Love him so much.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 16:38:42 +0000