Husband Theory: Moving Furniture
Okay, you are really not going to believe this. I probably shouldn’t post it, because now it will actually appear that my husband isn’t only strange. It will seem that he actually needs …um..well, treatment, if you will, as in from a psychiatrist or neurologist or something like that. I must admit, this was one of those times when I stopped, did a double take at my husband, saw that he was serious, and felt sheer panic. Panic that I had married an embecile. But don’t worry, I didn’t. I just thought that because of this REALLY bizarre idea he had.
So, why was I panicked? Well, I was trying to figure out how to arrange the furniture in each room of our new place. You know, will this dresser fit along the wall where the window is, or is it too long? Where to put the couch, TV, our bed, dressers, etc for the most floor space–stuff like this. Every plan I came up with, he hated. (He’s very picky–he doesn’t really like any ideas ever. I’ve grown used to it.)
I said, “Ok. Then how do you think we should arrange the bedrooms?”
His response: “We don’t need to think about that right now. We can tell the movers to put all of our furniture in the living room. Then we’ll move it into the rooms as we figure out how to arrange them.”
Did you see that? He was not joking.