So I'm due to go to DPs house at the weekend. He mentioned last week that he'd like us to get some massage oils in so he can give me a massage. Ok. But BOOM!! that's it ... we now MUST get the massage oils in. Constant references to it "did you get some massage oils? oh no" disaster! I'll have an emergency shop for some! where can I get some? we're running out of time to get any delivered! what are we going to do???" err how about chill the fuck out? I am highly stressed and just want to collapse on the sofa with a bottle of wine and a takeaway. Yet he manages to make the massage thing a huge chore and headache. He does this with everything.
I suggested I might cook us a satay last weekend. Didn't expect to hear anything about it again but BOOM!! it has become an obssession "did you get the ingredients for that satay? have you looked at this website? have you thought about putting this in the satay? have you thought about how to start the satay off? what time will we be eating the satay? shall I bring something? what goes with satay? Should I help? look what I've found about Satay on the internet .... Seriously, fuck off with the satay. You've ruined it for me now, I'm bored of it before I've even started it!!
He honestly does it with everything. He turns the most tranquil things into a huge headache. Anyone else's OH like this or is he as weird as I think??