toothpaste & sweaters

For some reason, when Aaron moved in, he didn't bring his toothpaste with him, so he started using mine. No big deal, until he starts leaving the lid open by not flipping down the cap. So for a bit, I start just closing it for him, but it keeps happening, and the cap is getting all gross and crusty. How can boys live like that?? So I confront him and ask if he could please start closing the cap when he's done brushing his teeth. "Sure," he says, and that's that. Two days later, cap is open. I bring it to him, and he closes it. Again, the next day, the cap is flipped open. I bring it to him again, he rolls his eyes, and flips is closed.

This incident doesn't happen again for another week or so. Then it's open. I don't even remember him brushing his teeth, to be honest, but I take the toothpaste to him again, and he closes the lid. Then I said, "Sometimes I swear you don't close the lid just to destroy my mind." To which he replies, "Sometimes, I swear I just flip the cap open, even when I'm not using the toothpaste."

OMG. I almost killed him, but it was kinda too funny to actually kill him, so I just called him names instead. He claims he only did it at the beginning, when I first started asking him. Mmmm hmmm...

So that's my mean boyfriend story. Wonderful, eh?

Not to mention the fact that shortly after this happened we were getting ready to go to Wal*Mart to pick up some food (it was too late to go to Kmart...drats), and he's putting on a sweater 'cause it's cool outside, and I look at him, and stop, mid-sentence, mid-word, even, to see him in the most hideous sweater that even Bill Cosby wouldn't be caught dead in. Hand knitted, bright red with a huge yellow stripe across the upper stomach region, line with thin, blue stripes. After making sure he never wore that in public again, we were off.

Twice in one night, trying to destroy my brain.