I don't know what got into him this morning...all I did was ask him to take care of the mountain of recyclables in my kitchen. Well, he was trying to be funny, and he wasn't, and I told him so, and then I got the "Well, you do it toooooo" that I hear on the playground every day, and I closed my mouth and concentrated on painting the wooden basket I was working on. Hubby gives this loud, put-upon sigh (you ladies know what that sounds like, right?) and goes outside and moves the truck. What does moving the truck have to do with getting the recyclables out of the kitchen? I figured he'd just add them to the Recyclable Alps in the backyard. So I go outside, and (silly me) I ask why he moved the truck, and I hear, "What do you want from me now?" Um, I want the mountain out of the kitchen because it keeps falling over whenever I go into the laundry room. "Well, that's what I'm doing!" Apparently he decided to dismantle the Alps as well. I hope it takes him all afternoon.