Yesterday morning, my husband says “I can’t believe no one around here is capable of refilling the soap dispenser in the bathroom. Is it really that difficult?” My response was that I had been unable to find the refill in the storage room and therefore assumed we were out and needed to buy more. No, it seems the refill is out in the garage by the work sink…. ok, so fill it up, huh? Nope. He knows where it is, is perfectly willing to gripe about the soap dispenser being empty, but isn’t about to fill the thing himself. That, aparently, is a job for myself or our daughter.
Annoying.
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