I have issues. I don't need anyone to tell me that because I know it. Okay? Okay.
When B comes to visit he has a habit of pointing out the deficiencies in my home in order to remind me that "I need a man around the house". Of course, that is probably not his intent but that is how I take it. The kitchen needs to be painted or the foyer should be retiled or the sink in the downstairs bathroom is dripping. Sometimes I wish he'd just shut up.
Don't misunderstand. I do not neglect my home. Hell, in the past year I've had the entire A/C system replaced, the exterior trim was replaced, I've had the carpets professionally cleaned and I have a lawn guy come every six weeks to treat the yard. Since I've lived there I've replaced the water heater, refrigerator, dishwasher and all the windows and doors on the first floor. It's expensive to maintain a house and I just can't do everything all at once.
While he was over on Sunday I was doing laundry and he noticed a strange sound coming from the washing machine.
"Chele ... look at this."
**deep sigh** What?
"This washing machine is not agitating."
"Seriously, this washing machine is not agitating."
I heard you.
I walked away from him and took my seat on the loveseat in the living room. After messing with the washing machine for five more minutes he decided to join me.
"So what are you going to do about the washing machine?" he asks.
Nothing! I'm not going to do anything about the washing machine! I'm going to sit here and wait for the washing machine fairy to come by and bring me a new one! Geez! I know I need a new washing machine, B. I know that! I can't go out right now and get one though, can I? Are you gonna buy me one?
He looks at me and says, "I might."
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes.
My new washer and dryer will be delivered on Saturday.
I know ... I totally suck.