So I went upstairs and heard the sounds of commotion coming from our master bedroom. My wife is struggling with something behind a temporarily moved armour so I can’t actually see her. I ask, “Do you need some help?” as I’m moving around it to see the situation. I reach out and swing a chair, which has two grocery store brown paper bags on it, full of clothes for donation, as inadvertently cause one to tumble over. I stop beside the bag and bend down to pick it up.

While I’m already bent over (this is not that kind of story), my wife looks towards me and snaps out, “Could you at least pick that up?”

I, being the gentleman I am, snap back with, “Oh… so you can’t see me bent over already doing that? I could swear you’re looking at me right now? Have you lost your vision?”

Her reply. “Stop being a jerk!”

My reply. “I came up here because I thought you could use some help” while I finish lifting the bag and its contents back onto the chair. “Sorry for trying to see if you needed any help.”

Her reply. “Why are you being snippy with me?”

Me? Attacking her? My mind reels back to the conversation we had earlier in the day. It dawns on me that it’s that time of the month, all of her normal logic is out the window right now.

Me, being a tad bit butt hurt, move back towards the door and out into the hall. I utter not so much under my breath knowing how the next few days are going to be a different kind of story, “How about using less vinegar, honey.”

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Yep… A different kind of story.

At least for the next week or so.