I recently cleaned out my husband's car because life necessitates that I drive it for a while. I knew what would happen if I asked him to clean it out. I'd still want to go behind him with a CSI kit, micro-vacuum and a pair of tweezers to MAKE SURE it was clean. I knew that if I just went ahead and cleaned it myself that I would be satisfied with the job and he wouldn't be made to feel like some sub-standard car cleaner. I know us both so well.
I cleared out all of the trash, wiped down all of the surfaces and extracted some of the things he keeps in his car, which I divided into manageable sections for him to "do something about." One of the objects I
excavated removed from the car was a hibachi grill. Still in the box. I put it aside to ask him about it.
This morning, I got the chance.
"Hey, what's with this hibachi grill? Who gave it to you?"
"...like... a LONG time ago."
I keep looking at him.
"...like...before we were married. It was in my office and I didn't want to take it home...so when I moved it out of my office and into the car...it was progress."
"And yes. I deserve that look."
*Just as a point of reference for those who may happen upon this: We've been married almost SIX years.