Some days I seriously wonder how a man and woman ever live together in harmony. I look at Vince and I wonder . . how do you ever communicate with anyone and I know he thinks the same thing about me.
The other day, he had used our one phone charger that we have here. We have several chargers in Texas (no phones there though!) and he just bought a new phone and I hope (1) it came with a charger and (2) it’s different than the one I use so I can leave mine somewhere and not have to wonder where he put it.
I got ready to plug my phone in and I asked him where the charger was. “Where it always is!” Well . . that isn’t true because I’ve had it in the kitchen, in the bedroom, on the vanity in my bathroom and plugged into my computer. I had to think to remember the last place I had left it. In the bedroom! Found it and charged the phone.
Then, a couple of nights later, he was already asleep. I quietly went into the bedroom to plug the phone in. No charger. I searched around and he heard me and said “What are you looking for?” I told him “the phone charger”. He said “It’s in there!” OMG. Where is “in there?” Kitchen, living room, bathroom, dining room?? It was 1 a.m. I was sleepy and just wanted to get the phone plugged in and go to bed.
I searched every electric plug and finally found it plugged into his computer on the dining room table. The next morning, I got up, grabbed the phone – dead. I was looking at it like “WHAT?” Vince said “What’s wrong?” I said “my phone didn’t charge”. He said “You plugged it in to my computer which was turned off.”
I never turn my computer off and I didn’t think he did either because half the time, his screen saver doesn’t come on. I said “I didn’t know you ever turned your computer off.” He said “I don’t!”
I wanted to say . . then why the heck is it off the one time I plug my phone into it? But I figured at that point, all that mattered was getting my phone charged and not trying to make sense out of anything that happens around here. I’m sure he has equally ridiculous stories about the things I do . . I guess that’s what makes life interesting around here.