I'm not quite sure what to make of what happened this morning. I wake up and go about my morning routine. I'm in the kitchen getting the girls some food and turn on the sink to refill their mugs when the obvious does not happen. Water does not come out of the faucet into my container. No, instead it comes shooting out of the spray nozzle towards the wall. Wtf! Upon further inspection of the faucet, someone wrapped a rubber band around the spray nozzle to compress the handle.
So I'm standing there thinking I'm glad the nozzle was facing the wall and not at me because I would have been pissed to have been sprayed that early in the morning. I storm into the bedroom and wake the hubster up and question him about the rubber band. He's completely incoherent and stopping mid-sentence. I know that fucker did it and he wouldn't tell me why. I asked him if he was trying to play a trick on me and he said "Why would I do that?". I couldn't fathom why he would do such a thing. I asked him if he was high or something last night. He denied such allegations. I have never seen the hubster use drugs, hell, he barely even drinks. I seriously didn't know what else to ask him.
I'll have to call again when he is awake and able to form complete thoughts and vocalize them in an intelligent manner.
This is going to bug me all day.
No comments:
Post a Comment