If a Nobel Prize was presented for kind, loving, generous, cute as the dickens, best kisser, handy marksman, patient, extraordinarily gentle caretaker, and all around good guy, Devoted Spouse would certainly take home that Prize. Did I mention he can make me laugh hard enough to shoot Coke Zero out my nose? But for all his perfection, he has one strange quirk I simply cannot understand.
Devoted Spouse can’t put food back in the refrigerator. Seriously. He can take out from the refrigerator every item needed to make an outstanding meal; breakfast, lunch, or dinner. He can locate all the necessary pots, pans, measuring spoons and kitchen paraphernalia to fix that meal. He does a wonderful job of cleaning up the cooking messes; washing assorted pans, kitchen tools, and loading the dishwasher.
Somewhere in this process he gathers the left-over foodstuffs, prepares them for their return trip to the refrigerator, whether snug in their little Saran Wrap homes or in Tupperware containers, and then leaves them on the counter. Two steps further to his right would get him to the door of the refrigerator to put those items away. He can’t do it. Devoted Spouse cannot make that trip. As a result, the next morning, I discover various wrapped-up vegetables, perhaps a leftover piece of chicken, and/or the milk container with milk still in it, all sitting patiently on the counter next to the refrigerator. A few times he’s even gotten as close as the little niche in the freezer door which holds the automatic ice cube maker. Once I found the lettuce just sitting there on that ledge.
I used my best disappointed-tone-of-voice tactic on Devoted Spouse after discovering the latest leftovers still sitting on the counter. He laughed. He laughed.
I am absolutely stymied.