How can a man live with a woman for ten years and be completely blind? How can he share a life with her, but not know? How can he live as husband and father yet be a stranger in his own home?
In other words, how can he not know where the dishes go? And I'm not talking about the rarely used item like a colander or garlic press, I'm talking everyday plates!
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate that he even bothers to unload the dishwasher after years of him thinking the dish fairy came in at night and magically cleaned our dishes! We've come a long way, baby, so no, I'm not complaining, I'm just frigging mystified.
For ten years the plates have been in the same place as always and for ten years he has gotten plates from that very stack, so why when he puts them up do they go in strange places? And don't get me started on the insane placement of my mixing bowls!
You'd think the remaining dishes in the cabinets might serve as context clues for what goes where, but apparently not since the kid's plates were wedged into a rarely used stack of corning ware. Seriously?
Just goes to show you that even a super smart guy can be domestically retarded. But, I'm not complaining!