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When I eventually get home he'll have used every cup, spoon, knife, and plate and levels them for me to wash
-Cannot take a shot without using the entire toilet roll. Also can't crap without blocking the toilet completely!
-Tissues. Everywhere.
-Jumps into bed like he's doing a bloody long jump!
-Pulls all the duvet over to his side,and tells me to take it back if I'm cold, but its already locked underneath him at that stage
-Can't sleep without watching something. Unfortunately, he chooses loud action movies, with lots of explosions and screaming. HE falls asleep after 10 minutes, while I am wide awake at that stage and take forever to start to drift off again
-Just when I start to go asleep, he'll get horny and start stroking me, or tickling. Which I don't mind but it means I'm back to wide awake after!
-Can't fine the clothes basket. Also can't empty his pockets so random bits of 'important' paper and snot rags end up getting washed too
-Steals my nail clippers. Not such a big deal, one would think, apart from the fact that I've bought and he's lost 6 of the damn things, and he also has a horrible gammy toe fungal infection that I don't want to catch.
-Will ask me at least three times to repeat what I've told him, then again, ask me about it like its complete news to him!
-Will tell me things, them forget all about it. When I bring it up in conversation ('remember when you told me...') he's totally shocked and wants to know who's told me that!
-Eats everything in sight. We just spent a few days in my parents and he demolished ALL the biscuits. My poor old Dad loves a biscuit after his dinner, and treats himself to a Kit Kat, but DP had eaten an entire unopened packet by himself!
-Waits until I'm nearly asleep to ask me to inspect his back for some invisible spot or mark. Its a cunning slow to get his back scratched without having to ask.
-Waits until the very last minute to ask me to cut his hair. His sisters wedding springs to mind. 10 minutes before I had to go and collect his elderly aunt and uncle, and he's a fussy fucker about his hair, so it would take at least twice that to do it properly
-Will ask me to come to the shops with him for the spin-then when we get there, will ask me to go in because he hasn't got any gel in his hair. I'll say no, because I look a state, splattered from making dinner, or wearing slippers, but I'm fine apparently. He can't go in because his cm long hair isn't styled!
Sigh. I love him really.