Thanks Peace. I really think my h has lost his mind. This is not a joke or me trying to be funny, I really and truly think he has let the cuckoo out of the clock.
We were just in the kitchen and he opens this bag. In it are a salt and pepper shaker. He takes them out and puts them on the little tray where the salt and pepper sit, moves the ones that are there. I say, why are you using those. He says, I cant tell which is the salt and which is the pepper with the old ones. I cant remember which has more holes. I want to say, your head has more holes. But, of course, I dont.
I do say, oh, I can remember which is which. To which he replies, you can never have enough salt and pepper shakers.
Now, the man keeps saying he is leaving. Why is he buying me salt and pepper shakers?
I just got up and went downstairs to chuckle because where is it written that you can never have enough salt and pepper shakers? And why is this man buying them for the house he wants to leave, someday, maybe or maybe not.
I feel like I am in a Dr. Seuss book. I do not like you BM, I do not like green eggs and ham. I am moving out, but not, or maybe I am.
