*to Hanlon's razor: Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
The Wife's Sudentenlands.
If I had my way, all flat surfaces would be clear of clutter so they can be dusted in one wipe, and all books, papers, tools, etc would be in drawers or inside glass-doored cabinets. You give up a lot when you get married, and if you are one of the few as fortunate as me, you gain more than you lose. And yet... though I understand shared spaces are not going to be as barren of clutter as should be, why does she have to invade my spaces, treating them as her Sudetenlands?
It is too frequent to be accidental. Each day, I have to remove her items from my smaller shelves in the living room, or her make-up articles from my fewer shelves in the bathroom, or her contact solution from my one-third of the counter above the sink. I know she has a plan, but I'm going down fighting!