On the Other Hand...

Shawn always makes a big deal that he's so great at leaving the toilet seat down. Can't find his shoes or his keys...

Or his wallet, or remember to feed his bird. But he always remembers to put the seat down.

And he makes a BIG deal about it.


"Hey, how come I have to leave the seat down? Why don't you leave the seat up?" he asked with a smile.

"Because I pee about 6 times as often as you," I replied, without missing a beat.

"So? What's your point?" he jabbed.

"I tell you what," I started, "I'll leave the seat up for you if you start washing your own dishes."


Shawn has never washed a dish in his life, except maybe when he worked at Popeye's Chicken as a teenager.

Naturally, my comment ended the fun little game he started. I win.


Though to be fair, I have to point out that in all the years we've been together, I've only fallen in twice and both times were because Shawn had gotten up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. Of course, I followed, and being half asleep, landed my bum promptly on the bare, cold porcelin.