Justin walks into the office where I'm no doubt just finishing up some very important online shopping. He blows his imaginary whistle and throws one of our brand new Crate & Barrel dish towels on the floor.
This BETTER be good if he's throwing my brand new Crate & Barrel Rococo Stripe dish towels on the floor, where they will no doubt come back completely covered in Cooper fur.
"Encroachment to neutral zone. Number 23 on the opposing team. 10 yard penalty. Repeat first down."
I stare at him, head cocked to one side. I look down at my dish towel and back up again. Yep, still NO idea what he's talking about. So I ask: "What are you talking about?"
Apparently one of many facial scrubs and cleansers had somehow found its way out of the TWO SHELVES I COMMAND in our medicine cabinet and into his one, itty bitty, already overly crowded man space.
Like he said, encroachment into the neutral zone.
He was incensed. This was an injustice. And if there is one thing my Justin is all about it's justice. Now any other time he would have just hidden that bottle from me until I drove myself crazy trying to find it. Yea, that'd show me.
But now. Oh yes, now. Things. Are. Different.
For tomorrow we make our way ten hours south to my wild & wonderful home state of West Virginia to watch them CRUSH Villanova in the season opener. For those of you who are long time blog readers, you know all too well by now that we BLEED blue & gold, baby!
Yes, football season is once again upon us. Just knocking at the door.
And with it, it heralds in four glorious months of resolving our marital disputes & differences... with imaginary whistles and Crate & Barrel dish towels.