Choking hazard

I find that on most occasions, requesting assistance from the husband is far more trouble than it’s worth.  I was unable to disassemble our tattered shade tent and was forced to ask him to do it.  Well, he did it all right, but he left hundreds of tiny bolts, screws, and washers randomly strewn all over the backyard.  Even after my third pass, I was still finding these lovely choking hazards on the lawn.  Okay, so he doesn’t get drunk on moonshine and beat us, but c’mon, that’s pretty freaking negligent, right?  Does he do it out of spite because I forced him to do something other than sit on his fat ass and watch porn?  Is he indeed that feeble of mind as not to see the inherent dangers?  Either way, I lose…because I married him.  I lose.

~ by complaineyjaney on October 20, 2008.