I'll take the usual please......

Since I can remember, I like things the way i like them and that's about the end of it.  No different than  neologisms or idiosyncrasies, there are certain physical objects I have become accustom to having and/or using on a daily basis.  For example, the monotony of my mornings is pretty simple.  I hit the head, take the dogs out, hop in the shower, start the coffee, then proceed to get dressed.  Usually about this time, my wife is waking up to go to work and Im pouring the first cup of joe.  This routine has worked fairly well since I can remember, so I normally look at this with the same attitude I look at anything being a guy.....if it ain't broke, don't fix it.  However, there came a moment this week when a wrench was thrown into the smooth lubricated gears of my complex but highly un-mechanical assembly line of morning routines that have yet broken down until now.  This would be about the time my OCD kicks in when I go to grab my coffie mug and the cabinet where it sits every morning no longer contains this important object.  That cabinet was now full of identical, pretty tea cups sitting upside down on the saucers that complimented each of them individually.  So I proceed to ask "Honey, have you seen my coffee mug?"  At this point, my wife is sitting at her desk working and currently pre-occupied.  I proceed to open every cabinet and my mug is nowhere to be found.  A 5 minute search was quickly concluded when she finally told me where it was........boxed up in the shed.  So what's a guy to do?  

I grabbed the shed keys and proceeded to the shed, found the box marked dishes, and found my coffee mug.  Free at last, free at last!!  My coffee mug has now found it's way back inside our home for my personal everyday use.  In her defense however, she simply wanted to make use of the wonderful wedding gifts we were given and actually have a matching set of coffee cups.  I can't blame her, they're really nice cups.  But in the end, I like things the way I like em and there's no changing that.  No one said it was easy becoming Mr. Husband.