The Y Chromosome

So the other night I ask Brian if he knew that the toilet paper is supposed to go on the toilet paper holder, and if so, did he know how to put it on there. His reply was yessss...I oh so ever sweetly replied good, work on it. His reply - But I'm still working on putting the seat down! I role my eyes and exclaim It's been a year and a half! and get ready to let him hear how hard I think it is to put the seat down, refill toilet paper, put his shaving cream back in the drawer, put his glass in the dish washer, etc. He pulls out the ultimate weapon, the one he's not supposed to use because it leaves me defenseless and whatever fight we were in or whatever fight I was planning on starting is lost. The half-smile, crooked grin, don't be mad at me face. I could do nothing. He knows this.
The seat was left up this morning.

Here is Brian with his pride and joy, actually a wedding present we were just able to use it last week. I LOVE it because he has been trying to find excuses to fire up the grill. First night we had some amazing steaks- thanks sweetie! Next night, hot dogs. Oh being married and poor and happy...