My husband and I have disabilities I don’t like to talk about very often. I suffer from delayed memory, and he has a selective hearing affliction. Conversations in our house very often sound like this:
Hubby: Did the kettle boil, or do I need to turn the burner on?
Me (laughing): Of course it boiled already. Don’t you remember you heard it whistling, screeching, in fact, and you flipped open the whistle and moved the kettle to another burner?
Hubby: No, I didn’t do that.
Me (laughing): Yes, you most certainly did. I watched you do it.
Hubby: I’m telling you I didn’t do it. I’m positive.
Me (laughing and shaking head): Yes, you….wait a minute…it’s coming to me now. Oh, yeah. I’m picturing it clearly now. That was me. Okay, so in answer to your question, yes, the water just boiled.
Or a conversation like this, that happened just last night:
Hubby (coming into our bedroom after work): Oh, I see you put the duvet from the guest room on our comforter. Looks very nice.
Me: Yes, I thought it went well with our rugs and I’m tired of the brown one. I like the way this one fits better. When we go to IKEA this weekend, we can get a new duvet for the comforter in the guest room.
Hubby: Sounds good to me.
Hubby walks into the guest room and notices the comforter in there does not have a duvet cover.
Hubby: What are you going to do for the guest room comforter? It doesn’t have a duvet.
Me (laughing): Um…Let’s start at the top again…I just said…
Hubby (interrupting): Oh, yeah, you’re going to use the old brown one, right?
I think we were made for each other.