This is how arguments start.
I'm a type one diabetic with a continuous glucose monitor. My glucose was going way low because I over-estimated my insulin needs. This causes a loud, obnoxious, terrifying, teeth rattling alarm to go off every few minutes.
The alarm tells me I need something to eat, now.
Wife hears alarm, starts to jump out of her chair. "What can I make you to eat"?
Me: I dunno. What do we have?
Her: Hotdogs?
Me: OK.
She jumps up out of her chair.
Me: Sit down, sit down. I'll make them.
Her: Will you make me a couple too?
Me: Sure. What do you want on them?
Her: Just mustard.
I made hers first. I get the mustard out and put it on the buns while the hot dogs are cooking. When the hotdogs were finished, I plop then into the buns, put them on a plate, and bring them to her with a napkin. I then proceeded to cook my hotdogs.
While my hotdogs are cooking, she gets up out of her chair, walks to the kitchen counter, grabs the mustard, and starts putting it on her hotdogs.
Me: What are you doing?
Her: I said I wanted mustard.
Me: There's mustard on them.
Her: Where?
Me: On the bun, under the hotdog.
Her: Oh, I don't do it that way.
Me: Well, I do.
Her: I didn't see the mustard.
Me: Listen, you only have to tell me things once. You said you wanted mustard, you see that the mustard is out of the refrigerator and on the counter. Why wouldn't I put mustard on them?
Her: Who puts the mustard on first?
Me: I DO!
Her: I didn't see it.
Me: No shit. Please go sit, relax, and enjoy your hot dogs.
Her: Well I didn't see the mustard.
Me: You remember when I remodeled the kitchen, by myself? You know how many decisions I had to make while doing that? THOUSANDS, Now, why would I not put mustard on your hotdogs when you told me you wanted mustard and you saw that I took the mustard out of the fridge?
Her: Well, I didn't watch you make the hotdogs.
Me: Why would I not put the mustard on?
Her: Because you never listen to me.
Me: You know what this reminds me of? Every time I load the goddamn dishwasher. you have to come and re-arrange every thing because you think I don't do it right.
Her: You don't do it right.
Me: ACCORDING TO WHO????
Her: You just don't.
Me: Oh, so I'm smart enough to remodel the kitchen, but I don't know how to put a fucking plate in the dishwasher?
Her: The big plates go on the left...
Me: I don't want to hear it.
We were both half-laughing throughout this heated exchange, and I told her I was going to post about it.
She's going to be hearing the word "mustard" all weekend. I'm going to beat this dead horse for all it's worth.
With all of the crap going on in the world right now, this is how we keep ourselves sane...by making a huge deal out of nothing.
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I load the dishwasher, and then go hide in the bedroom and wait.
I listen for the sound of her moving plates around. Then I sneak up behind her and ask her what the hell she's doing.
And the thing is, she just rattles the plates and leaves then exactly where I had them.
Lucky Charms for a great post.
What are we, animals? 
I have gotten lazy enough to just cringe and forget about it, though. at least somebody is trying to help and I can inspect them when I put them away. they aren't going to do both jobs, that is for sure. 
Sometimes doing things the wrong way really pays off! 
I'm not married but have been in a previous life, so I know how it goes.
My SO placed the trash bin outside last night for today's trash collection. He placed it on the opposite side of the driveway where he backs up in the dark to go to work in the morning.
Normally, the trash and recycling bin go on the side of the driveway that I park on and it's not a big deal because 1. I back into the driveway 2. I leave for work while there's daylight.
Anyways, I just sent him a text asking him if he hit the trash bin on his way to work this morning. Yes was the reply. I sent a text back that I found his brake light cover while bringing the trash bin back up and I don't think gorilla glue is going to fix the brake light cover that I found lol 
IF it had been me that hit the trash bin and broke my brake light cover, I most likely wouldn't have heard the end of it. 
