I have been scolded SEVERAL times for not "communicating" certain things to Miles over the years. For example, I didn't tell Miles about going over to my cousin Ruth's house until 3 days prior to Christmas and I had known about it for at least a week prior to that. So... Communication is important, especially when you're married... but I've learned there are several ways to "communicate".
Ok, so recently, I noticed that when it comes to the little things, Miles is not only un-communicative, he CHOOSES to be rude. Let me explain.. I was cutting some veggies in the kitchen the other day and I was in front of two drawers that are located right under the counter.. Miles was putting the dishes away and needed to get to the drawers, but my back is turned away from him, so I can't really see what he's doing. But instead of saying "beep beep" or "excuse me" or "I have to get to the drawers", he decide to tap my ass instead indicating that I needed to get my big butt out of the way. Now it's not a playful butt patting,.. it is a "move it, lady.. get the F**K out of my way cuz you should know that I need to get to these drawers" kind-of tap/slap. I know Miles' response is going to be: well at least he "communicated". My response to that is that communication is highly over-rated.
Since I'm done with the test, I thought I should update my portion of your site, so here it is:
This one is not that funny, but it will give you insight into to the kind of husband I have.. Miles
thinks I am the cause of all his gray hairs. He has been naming all his gray haris "Ayako's", so when he finds a new gray hair, he always tells me that he has another "Ayako". A few weeks ago, Miles and I were both in the bathroom. I'm not quite sure why I was in there, but Miles was getting ready to take a shower, so he was naked and I started laughing.. Not because he was naked but because he had a gray hair....in his nether-region. HAHAHA.
Well, I was getting ready to leave the bathroom when Miles decides to pluck out the gray hair from way down there and place it on my head.. He starts to laugh and sing: "Pubie on your head! Aya's got a pubie on her head!" As if I enjoy having them placed on my head...
That's it... I apologize in advance for any visuals I caused.
I have discovered that Miles has Turret's Syndrome... or at least a version of it. I'm not sure how many of you have driven with Miles, but I get to be a lucky passenger ALL the time.
Well, one day we are driving along and we're almost home, but we're forced to come to a stop as the light turns from yellow to red and we're the only car to not make it across the intersection. No big deal for me.. It's better to be safe than sorry, right? Well Miles just starts cussing out of nowhere (as if this is one big word) "God-d*mn-Mother-F*cking-Sh*tty-Ass-signal". Ok. I'm sure you think this is no big deal. But this happens EVERY time we get stuck at a red light. The next time we got stuck, the first thing out of his mouth was "F*cking-Dirty-Ass-C*ck-Sucking-b*tch".
I'm telling you it has to be a form of Turret's. Nobody cusses this much over getting a red light
