Chris: "I can't tell you."
Me: "Seriously? It's taking up space on the counter. Can we at least move it?"
Chris: "No. I need it right there. It's not hurting anything. It's just a collection of mine."
Me: "Fine. I won't move it if you tell me why you're collecting the kernels."
Chris: "If you think hard enough, you'll be able to figure out why."
Me: "I'm afraid to even try."
Alright my friends. I need your help. See the glass below? The one filled with popcorn kernels and the picture of a smug little shrimp on the front of it. Just look at him smirking at me. HE knows why Chris is keeping this glass full of popcorn.
Of course, this has become an unspoken game of wits in our home. I hide the glass somewhere in the house. It's gone off the counter for a day or so. But, like a boomerang, it ends up right back on the counter again after Chris discovers where it is.
So, I'm asking you. YES! Especially you in the back with
the shirt that reads "RIP Pluto."
Why do you think my husband is collecting popcorn kernels?
(Besides the fact he knows it's driving me mad.)