Last February during the Chinese New Year Holiday, I got my wife to agree to try and control the 7649 bottles, jars, tubes, vessels and boxes of "very important and critical make-up supplies" in the bathroom down to a more manageable amount below 5000. She complied and threw out a large pile probably dating back to when Mao was still in power. However, a week later she ordered what must have been 1000 containers of new things that she was "going to need EVERY day."Â I knew if I said anything, that might lead to what we refer to as a "discussion." But I crafted a new strategy of carefully considered passive-aggressive counterattack.Â
To give you some perspective, in one spot, the collection on the counter is now above her eyeline. On top of the counter she has two largish make-up cases stacked and some boxes on top of that.Â
Now my wife has a very thick head of hair. So, when she brushes her hair, lots of strands of hair float about. So I decided I was going to collect the hair everyday and place it on top of one of the boxes that she was "going to need every day." So this morning, I hear her in the bathroom, "What?!? Again?!?. I stroll in, she tells me that 4 months ago she discovered a big pile of her hair on top of one of her boxes of make-up, and then today, she discovered it again today. In frustration, she looks at me and says, "How does that happen in the same spot? This is the third time. I look at her blankly and say, I guess it's just the way you brush your hair, I guess it just floats to that one spot. She shakes her head in complete confusion and I walk around the corner smiling.Â
I am now going to stop placing the hair there and I think I'll start putting it inside the mirror cabinet. Again, just above her eyeline. On top of a box that she is "going to need every day."
Ah, the married life...
To give you some perspective, in one spot, the collection on the counter is now above her eyeline. On top of the counter she has two largish make-up cases stacked and some boxes on top of that.Â
Now my wife has a very thick head of hair. So, when she brushes her hair, lots of strands of hair float about. So I decided I was going to collect the hair everyday and place it on top of one of the boxes that she was "going to need every day." So this morning, I hear her in the bathroom, "What?!? Again?!?. I stroll in, she tells me that 4 months ago she discovered a big pile of her hair on top of one of her boxes of make-up, and then today, she discovered it again today. In frustration, she looks at me and says, "How does that happen in the same spot? This is the third time. I look at her blankly and say, I guess it's just the way you brush your hair, I guess it just floats to that one spot. She shakes her head in complete confusion and I walk around the corner smiling.Â
I am now going to stop placing the hair there and I think I'll start putting it inside the mirror cabinet. Again, just above her eyeline. On top of a box that she is "going to need every day."
Ah, the married life...
"Don't, I say don't bother me dog, can't ya see I'm thinkin'?" Foghorn Leghorn