I notice things. Sometimes those things are of importance and sometimes they are not. Sometimes those things get me into trouble, and sometimes they don’t. But it usually leans more towards getting me into trouble. Raise your hand if you’re surprised, because I’m not.
Before I get into the super important things that sometimes get me into trouble, there are a few things that I want to be super clear about…
First of all, I can’t help myself when it comes to teasin’ Cowboy. I promise it is never my intention to make fun of him and I don’t plan for it to happen, but it does. Let’s just say that the opportunity is ripe for the pickin’.
Secondly, please know that all of my teasin’ comes from a place of love. I feel it is my duty as his wife to keep him on his toes. And, I absolutely love to do it. Yes… it all comes from a place of love. Heehee.
Back to the story-
Cowboy is definitely a creature of habit. I was thinking the other day that I’ve never been exposed to someone who likes a routine as much as him. Seriously y’all, he has his morning routine and his evening routine. And, Katy bar the door if something goes awry and he has to change it up. OR, if someone changes it up for him…say…someone like me.
I woke up the other day and decided that it was a good day to rattle Cowboy’s chain. So being the good wife that I am, I got right to it.
I was minding my own business when I was on his side of the closet and I noticed that his sock drawer was perfectly neat.
BTW, if you were to step into our closet, you would immediately know which side was his and which was mine. Besides the fact that my side is splattered with cheetah print, it’s also organized chaos. Cowboy’s side is perfectly neat. From his tan shirts to his folded bandannas. Everything has it’s place, perfectly arranged and perfectly boring.
I know what you’re thinking because I think the same thing on the daily. He and his habits can be a little annoying. He even has a routine for when he’s showering.
So, I decided that I could not forgive myself if I let him live such an efficient and boring life. And, the perfect way to do this was to change his drawers. Not those drawers! This is a PG rated blog. I’m talking about his sock drawers.
It took me all of 2 minutes to take his perfectly placed socks from his top drawer and arrange them haphazardly in his bottom drawer. Perfect.
The next day-
COWBOY: (going into the closet after his shower) TAMMY!
ME: (laughing) Whatever it is, I couldn’t help myself and it’s not my fault!
’til next Sunday y’all- 𝔁𝓸, 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂❥
