Tuesday – Not a Clean Shot

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about a conversation that my husband and I have from time to time. It always begins with Jeff asking, "Why do you do that?!"

"Do what?" I invariably ask back. I want to make sure I am explaining the correct bad behavior before I answer, because I do a lot of things wrong. I kick my shoes off in the middle of the floor. I fail to refold the newspaper after I've finished reading it. I don't always screw the lids back onto jars after I am finished with them. This last one is a particular problem for Jeff, who picks up jars by their lids. After years of living with me, you think he would know better.

( I shot myself in the leg just now. What of it? )