B hates all of my favorite things.
He hates my big leather messenger bag (he was the one who bought it for me) claiming that it bent the coat hook I hung it on every day.
He hates the insulated water bottle I take with me to work. I always leave it overnight so I have cold water to take my pill with.
I know, it's just as easy to fill a glass but no..it's not.
He is a very meticulous man who has a place for everything. He is the anti-hoarder.
It is a good thing because I was on my way to being on that show when we met.
B taught me the wonder of empty space.
He hates that I leave my things in a different place each time.
I try to explain that every item I have has more than one special place, and part of the fun is trying to remember which special place I chose this time.
I also say a good place to put things is up his ass.
Sunday evening he went on another "complain about the damn water bottle again"
It's a very nice water bottle from Kleen Kanteen. It keeps ice from melting for hours.
I told him that I figured out exactly what I will do with his body after he dies.
I told him he will be creamated. His ashes interred in that very same water bottle.
I will then leave it in a different spot every day and forget which spot.
I love that guy.