@ElizabethMountbatten
My husband whines about why people can't put things in the bin... And I made it into an iMovie, entitled it "The Work Of A Hypocrite" and sent it to him.
OMG.
I am not worthy.
My OH complains about the same things but does them.
Admittedly we've cohabited a short time and it takes a while to get into the groove, plus I have two kids he has taken on (and we know how messy and icky kids are).
But god, the petty bickering we have done.
I guess you could say what I did today was pretty good. I did something for myself. I deserve it. We were on the list of approved regimes for a dog but the criteria is very specific and the people we are registered with just don't get many dogs which fit our criteria in, often.
Yesterday I discovered our local rescue had taken in a dog which fitted the criteria, down to being an older dog, a small one. I mentioned it to OH and he thought it looked ugly. He's also still sore we weren't approved for a bigger dog (we are in a flat).
Soooooooo basically I came home with this little guy, he is 12 or 13, he's been renamed Fraggle because he looked like a Fraggle or even Fizzgig from Dark Crystal. The vet said he looked more Fraggle than Fizzgig, going by pictures. So technically she named him.
OH was like, oh, I see you've brought it home. Argh get it off the sofa!
He has severe dental issues so he is booked in for an op first thing in the morning, but OMG his breath could kill a small human. Can't wait til he's had the scale and polish, he might need some removing too.
So, expensive start and OH has to pay. He said he would buy me a dog and I don't have any income. I bought him with money I saved but the vets bill is on OH.
(he very obviously likes him, barring the smell, and he says he is happy that I'm more perky again - long-term depressive state and Fraggle gives me a proper reason to not sleep my days away).
Disclaimer it is not advised to bring random animals or children home to keep, without checking with one's OH first AHEM