In which he must hate Creamsicles

Do you see that picture, the one above? I bet you’re wondering what the hell it’s a picture of.  Well, I’ll tell you.  In my closet, the one in the master bedroom, there’s a little knockout for the HVAC system.

The only reason that it’s important is because that’s where we keep the supply of clothes that need to go to the dry cleaners.  Now, most of those clothes belong to Kevin since I rarely dress up or even look decent but every now and again I have something in the pile.

A few weeks ago Kevin got the dry cleaning ready to go (meaning that he stuffed all his shit into the purple dry cleaning bag) and I took it in.  When I got home I noticed that for some reason, he had forgotten my shirt.

Fast-forward a couple of weeks and on Friday he once again got the dry cleaning ready to go.

Me:      did you remember my orange shirt?

Kevin: what orange shirt?

Me:      the one in the pile

Kevin: if it was in the pile I got it

Me:      are you sure?

Kevin: go check if you like

Me:      no, I trust you

But sure enough, he had forgotten my shirt.  This morning we were coming back from the gym and we had this conversation:

Me:      so, once again you forgot my shirt

Kevin: are you sure?

Me:      yes Kevin, I’m positive

Kevin: (no comment)

Me:      so either you hate me or you hate my shirt or you hate orange or you hate Creamsicles

Kevin: well, it’s definitely not that I hate Creamsicles

Me:      how could anyone hate Creamsicles?  I mean, having a Push Up is a great experience

Kevin: they’re good

Me:      of course I rarely got them because if there were Push Ups available there were almost always Fudgecicles and I absolutely always pick chocolate

Kevin: Push Ups are better than Fudgesicles

And then we got into a conversation about the time when I got him a chocolate milkshake even though he doesn’t like chocolate milkshakes because I was convinced that if he just had ONE REALLY EXCELLENT ONE he’d be a convert.

Me:      … so I was attempting to help you by getting you that milkshake

Kevin: oh, so you were being HELPFUL?

Me:      yes, and by the way … why do you always forget that shirt?

Kevin: seriously? Back to that?

And that was my Sunday morning, how was yours??

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