I have a funny husband.
Don't believe me?
I'll show you evidence.
Today, we went to Cafe Rio and while in line... Mr. C. kept doing this to my face.
[Naturally, we came home and documented]
Still don't believe me?
Observe a few lines typed and/or said by my dear husband today:
Via Gmail chat:
Via conversation when he listed off the things I make him do:
"...Like get my bag. And brush my teeth. And clean the room. And drive the car...."
Yes. You read correctly.
Mr. C. just complained about having to brush his teeth.