So I've been home for almost 2 weeks now from my parents house and while I was gone, hubs was going to go fishing. Before I left, he brought in his tackle box to I guess see what he all had in there, its been awhile since he has went. When I got home, the tackle box was still where I had remembered seeing it last.
Almost two weeks later, it's still in the same spot.
Staring at me while I write to you.
I'm testing him to see when he is going to put it out in the garage where it belongs. I'm not touching it. Everyday I get a little bit of a kick out of this, I don't know whether or not to get irritated or laugh. It makes me think of the "Everybody Loves Raymond" episode where he gets home from a trip and she is waiting to see how long he is going to leave his suitcase on the stairs. So either he is going to read this (Sorry babe, its kinda funny, you have to admit!) and he will put it up or he will leave it there to irritate me a little longer. To be continued...
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