People tell you marriage is difficult and full of challenges, but they don’t tell you that most of your conflicts will revolve around whether something is or is not funny. Spoiler Alert: I think everything is hilarious, especially if it’s inappropriate. Alex, on the other hand, is a well-adjusted and mature person who tends to have healthy responses to most situations.
It’s an insurmountable difference.
The other night I was brushing my teeth when I caught a blur of human rushing past. I turned my foamy-mouthed self away from the sink as Alex jumped on top of the bed with a fighting stance. My immediate reaction in this (and every) situation was to immediately start documenting.
Alex may or may not have appreciated this.
It took a few minutes to fully understand what was going on, but apparently Alex saw a spider the size of a small dog hiding behind the curtain rod and now that spider had to die.
The only problem was that in the time it took for him to retrieve his weapons of choice– a can of Raid + a dress shoe– the spider had vanished.
My insistence– through laughter– that the spider had probably been peacefully co-existing with us for weeks did not make Alex feel any better. He emptied the can of Raid then began wailing on the curtain rod while I began wailing over the earth-shattering hilarity of the situation. I was already about to pee on myself when this happened. If I accomplish nothing else for the rest of my life at least I will have this photo, where I managed to capture the exact moment the curtains fell.
The spider was no where to be found. We were pretty sure it was somewhere inside the lump of curtains but there was know way to be certain. Alex, still not joining in my fit of laughter, began to beat the fallen curtains with a dress shoe in each hand.
Eventually we did manage to find the spider and remove it from existence. I’d normally feel a little bad about this except I’m pretty sure if we hadn’t found it we’d be living in a hotel right now.
When all was said and done Alex hung the curtain back on the wall (yet another sign of how different we are– I was just like “wow, crazy, guess we don’t have curtains anymore”) and continued to insist there was absolutely nothing funny about what had just happened. I, on the other hand, spent the rest of the night scrolling through the photos and shaking the bed with my laughter.
Even though we don’t see eye to eye on this, I have to believe that love will find a way.
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