Piles.........of filing

It's funny how men are never on the same wavelength as women! Why is it that when we say something, they think we mean something else?

A good example of this ocurred this morning. I was standing in front of the longest kitchen counter we have in our kitchen. Now let me just tell you that this particular kitchen counter is one of the biggest causes of stress in my life. It happens to be the dumping ground for all and sundry in the house. Funnily enough once the stuff is dumped here, it never seems to go away. When my compulsive obsessive self allows it, this junk heap grows and grows, that is until we are having people around. I then spend the better part of two hours getting the counter tidied up before they arrive. Now the compulsive obsessive self kicks back in and I spend all my time obsessesing over keeping this counter tidy.

So there I am standing in front of this half untidy counter this morning, tidying up all the paper into various piles of filing, things to do etc. Wayne my husband is standing next to me at the counter doing something mindless (it probably wasn't mindless to him, I just wasn't taking any notice). I then say to him rather proudly "I'm so glad I'm managing to get my piles sorted out", and what's his reply? He says "Oh good, have you been treating them?". Not haemorroids you fool, the paper piles! Of course he cracked himself up thinking this was extremely funny! I rest my case!