That Silent Language of Marriage

 You know how when you've been married a while, it's almost like you can read each other's thoughts?

Like the two of you have a special language that nobody else knows?

I think after 34 years together, DH has just about gotten the non-verbal communication down to an art. (Still needs work on the verbal though, ha ha.)

For instance, that stack of receipts on the kitchen counter near the toaster?  Those are his, and by setting them there he's saying "Honey, accountant of the family, here are some expenditures for you to notate and file."

And when there's a pair of his socks, or a sweatshirt of his, or a muddy pair of jeans laying directly in front of the washing machine, he's saying "Love of My Life, I need you to wash these so I can wear them again."

Can you guess what he's saying in each of the following pictures?

"I only wore these for a couple of hours, to church, so they are still clean.  Best Hanger-Upper of Clothes Ever, please but them back on hangers and hang them in my closet because I don't know how.  Oh, there's two pair of pants because I pulled out the wrong ones at first, but they came off the hanger so I couldn't put them back, I had to put them on the bed."

"Dear Wife, I have used all the coffee beans in this bag and I shall perish tomorrow without coffee unless you magically supply me with a new bag, located in the freezer of the basement fridge (aka the beer fridge)"

"Wonderful Cleaner of Our Home, next time you go to the basement, please take this newspaper I have finished reading and put it in the stack of newspapers down there that we use when lighting the charcoal grill."

And one I forgot to take a picture of, but will describe so you can guess what he'ssaying. The blue container next to the coffee maker in the picture about being out of coffee beans is where he dumps the used coffee filters and grounds.  When he can't stuff any more in it, he sets the container on the kitchen island (which is about three feet away from the coffee area). 

Which, of course, means "Most Awesome Woman, please walk out to the compost bin at the garden and dump this container of grounds so that they can become a soil amendment and I can have room in the container when I need to put a used filter in it tomorrow after making coffee."

Have you noticed a hint of sarcasm while reading this?  If so, you're right.  I don't fully appreciate DH's habits involving leaving stuff he wants taken care of right in my way so I will see them (and maybe trip over them--newspaper by the door to the basement stairs, dirty clothes in front of the washing machine) and deal with them without him actually having to take the time to find me and ask me to do these things.  Or, heaven forbid, learning to do them himself (hanging up clothes).

But, in the grand scheme of things, these are minor things to be annoyed at my husband over.  Can't let molehills become mountains.

I do have to admit I have my own idiosyncrasies that he probably doesn't really appreciate either.

C'est la vie.