At least she didn’t put you over her shoulder and burp you. #HelicopterWife
C’mon Arlo, she can do this without watching.
It’s called “paying attention”. Maybe even “dancing attendance”.
When we were first married almost 40 years ago (3 months to go) husband helped himself to a snack in the kitchen (his mom would not let anyone eat anywhere else – not even in the dining room for holidays). He finished and got up and left his glass and plate on the table.
I told him – “I am not your mother. You do not have to wash dishes, but if you use them and it is not is for a meal we are having together, put them in the sink when you are done.” He still puts them in the sink for me.
Snacks; kitchen. Meals; dining room. Unless we want to watch a movie, then it’s tray tables in the living room, (or lounge, to all my Brit mates).
The slurp was a “tell,” Arlo. Did she bring you a napkin to wipe the dribble?
A good waitperson keeps tabs on their stations. I hope Arlo is planning to give her a big tip.
Ha ha ha — this is totally my sister! I can’t wait to send this strip to her. And her husband.
My wife leaves dishes all over the place and complains about ants. I’ve given up trying to re-train her.
♪♫Every breath you take and every move you make,
Every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you,
Every single day and every word you say♫♪
(“Every Breath You Take”, The Police, 1983)
Watching is not the same as staring.