...”Can I move your stuff on the kitchen table upstairs? [Family] are coming over.”
“Sure!” I foolishly reply.
I go upstairs just now to turn off the light, because women LOVE to leave every light in the house on, and see this cute little plastic box filled with some of my “stuff.” I stand stunned for a moment considering what is in that tiny plastic box. I lovingly call downstairs and ask why she would toss my “stuff” into a tiny box with such apparent disregard. She replies that she was very careful moving the “stuff” upstairs but “threw the little things into a box.”
The “little things” she “threw” into the box are:
UTC-Xii
SkeetIR-X
Raid-X
Raptar-S
L3 WP PVS-14 (removed to see other “stuff.”)
(On a side note, why is everything “X”?)
31 years with that woman.
“Sure!” I foolishly reply.
I go upstairs just now to turn off the light, because women LOVE to leave every light in the house on, and see this cute little plastic box filled with some of my “stuff.” I stand stunned for a moment considering what is in that tiny plastic box. I lovingly call downstairs and ask why she would toss my “stuff” into a tiny box with such apparent disregard. She replies that she was very careful moving the “stuff” upstairs but “threw the little things into a box.”
The “little things” she “threw” into the box are:
UTC-Xii
SkeetIR-X
Raid-X
Raptar-S
L3 WP PVS-14 (removed to see other “stuff.”)
(On a side note, why is everything “X”?)
31 years with that woman.
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