Monday, January 28, 2008

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

The one thinger is losing his damn mind. Imagine my surprise when I opened the cabinet to pull out a glass for a nice refreshing drink of water.
We keep the Tylenol cold medicine on hand for those middle of the night headaches, snotty nose or earaches but that carton of orange juice is a new addition. This is a new level, even for my one thinger.


7 comments:

Stephanie said...

OMG...I have a one thinger too. I just didn't know to call him that. Great insight. I love this blog.

Anonymous said...

Our husbands are soul brothers, and just wait the ball of fire will grow and become just like him. Just remember why you married him, he is good in bed.

Anonymous said...

My one thinger shoveled the driveway 2 weeks ago and when he came in he dropped his shoes, socks and gloves. He wears the shoes so they were only there for a day. I picked up the socks to do the wash a few days later. The gloves lasted 2 weeks before I had to snottily point them out (I always start with "honey I love you...but").

I think the one thinger is part of their DNA.

Anonymous said...

That's awesome. I love seeing that it is a part of all men, not just my man. We have a battle in our household of the toilet paper roll. That damn one thinger. Tony just leaves the old roll on (empty) and then puts the new roll on the counter. I guess I should be happy he wipes his butt.
Though yours may be worse, if the picture is real. Because it looks as if your hubby takes the old roll off and then doesn't put the new roll on. Why?

Anonymous said...

A couple of weeks ago, my one thinger put the 1/2 full butter container in the microwave. One of the kids found it and blamed it on me. I told them that I haven't cooked in a week and they needed to talk to their dad about his lack of memory. I told them that one day they were going to have to put him in a home for people with 'old timers'. It was a good laugh for me at least...

Anonymous said...

Get over it, ladies, you wouldn't survive without us.

And before you tell me about your toys, lest I remind you that a man invented the battery.

Michele said...

You guys crack my ass up! It's amazing how our men are different, yet the same on so many ways.

Well, except for Mike. He's special!