After getting home from Food Lion yesterday,
I emptied the canned goods
out on my counter top.
And left them there.
Yes.
I use the evil canned broths.
A few minutes later, I walked back in
and saw that the Anal Can Fairy had visited.
So I messed everything up again.
And left.
I returned to this.
Apparently, this wasn't good enough.
When I came back the next time ...
... he'd come back and rearranged.
This is what I don't understand.
Something so innocuous as a melange of cans
so bitterly and acridly assaults his senses.
Yet there can be dirty dishes
and crap all over the counters,
so much so you can't see the counters,
and that just doesn't register at all.
Can anyone explain this?
This is what I don't understand. Something so innocuous as a melange of cans so bitterly and acridly assaults his senses. Yet there can be dirty dishes and crap all over the counters, so much so you can't see the counters, and that just doesn't register at all.
ReplyDeleteCan anyone explain this?
MPB or Male Pattern Blindness
Heck, my husband wouldn't even notice the cans at all.
ReplyDeleteAnd, if by some odd chance he did, he certainly wouldn't bother to rearrange them. No, he'd be much more likely to ask me if I knew I had left them out on the counter (with the unsaid hint that I should come put them away).
mr. analthorne
ReplyDeleteTestosterone poisoning?
ReplyDeleteI call it selective vision. He can't see the dirty napkin on the floor when he takes out the trash, but he can't watch the game comfortably until I clean the fingerprint smudge on the bottom corner of the 42" screen. It goes right along with the selective hearing when I mention "taking out the trash" or "cleaning the garage" vs. "would you like something while I'm up?"
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