My husband slurps his coffee.
Let me be clear that I’m not complaining about him drinking the coffee. I’m complaining about him slurping the coffee.
“Can’t you just drink it?” I asked him.
“It’s too hot.”
“Well then why don’t you wait?” I suggested. “Until it cools down.”
You’d have thought I was asking him to drink it upside down. He gave me a blank stare and replied, “Because I want to drink it now.”
Oh, right. Sure. He wants to drink it now. He’s going to burn his tongue and then complain about how he burnt his tongue for the next three days because he’s drinking coffee that is, according to him, still “too hot” to drink…. but at least this way he GETS TO DRINK IT NOW.
Sigh. For better or for worse, right? In sickness and in health and amidst an apocalyptic pandemic.
I suppose if you wanted to put a positive spin on this whole “stuck in the house” thing – being kept together during a national quarantine could be romantic. Like being stranded together on a deserted island… except the island has cable, and my husband would rather watch an old baseball game that was played in 1997 than have a run-of-the-mill conversation with me — ME. The ONLY OTHER PERSON ON THE ISLAND.
“How was your day, honey? What did you do? Oh, you watered the plants again? That’s great!”
Which reminds me, I need to water my plants.