Thank goodness that Bill went back to work today!
Since last Monday, he's been off work with a bad back and today he started at his new company. I love that man more than any man I've ever known, but I still wanted to kill him by the time I woke up on Sunday.
In the past week, I have not driven anywhere, because he likes to drive. And he likes to take the most circuitous routes available. A three kilometer trip will eventually add up to about eight, and not only will you hit both the north and east sides of the city, but you'll end up downtown at least twice.
He throws his cigar butts on the ground. He forgets to lock the truck when he comes home. He makes plans to vacuum the bedroom but gets distracted by something else and I trip over the Hoover and the handheld.
The other night he ruined my $40 Party Lite three wick candle by setting another small jar on top of it. While it was still burning.
"Why would you do that?" I asked.
"Well, the little one was almost burned out so I thought that it would burn the table if I didn't set it on something."
"You need to go back to work before I strangle you. And don't even think about retiring."
The rest of the last week was actually pretty nice. I do love spending a lot of time with him, but that "too much of a good thing" is absolutely true.