Ok, so forgetting to inform me that he’d be late from work because he had sent his car to workshop is one thing. But geezus effing fries, misplacing his things and then keep asking me where they are just drives me stark raving mad. Especially after I had already been stuck in a jam for two hours to fetch him for dinner (car in workshop, remember) and my right knee felt like it’s about to fall off my thigh.
“Babber, where’s the garmin charger?”
“Babber, where’s the nikon charger?”
“Babber, where’s the ds lite charger?
“Babber, I looked EVERYWHERE! I can’t find it. Where did you put it?”
OIIIIIII. Why you asked me where I put it? Why would I misplace your things for fun hah?
“Babber, why are so you mad?? It’s just a question. I’m not accusing you….”
/huffing & puffing
“Babber, why are you looking so crazy? I didn’t even raise my voice what?”
Maybe they’re still in the suitcase…
“Babbber! You unpacked the suitcase, you should take it out and look for the chargers lor”
WTF WHY IS IT MY PROBLEM NOW????
“You said it’s in the suitcase what. So you must have misplaced them”
I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER HOW THEY LOOK LIKE WHAT THE FUCK???
“Look for them lor…you must have misplaced mah”
ARGHHHH
So ok I looked for it. Garmin charger was found hidden between the sofa cushions. And nikon charger, guess what? He didn’t even took it anywhere in the first place, it was just under the cabinet. Look EVERYWHERE huh???
And the DS lite charger was right where it’s supposed to be.
Why are men so infuriating???