Have you ever had to ask your husband where the toilet plunger is? You probably haven't because you know where it is in a jiffy for those times your hubby or child leaves a drippy surprise in the bathroom. Seeing as we had just moved into our house, I didn't know where it was.
NOT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO ASK YOUR HUSBAND
Mostly because I didn't want to get teased to death.
So, when I asked him, "Do you know where the toilet plunger is?" and he asked me, "why?" I wanted to rip his head off.
Trying to keep calm, I ask, "Do you KNOW where the toilet plunger is?"
He just looks at me, amused.
"FINE!! I'LL JUST LEAVE IT FOR YOU TO CLEAN UP!"
Then he gets all pouty that I snapped at him and gives me the silent treatment. All while I'm imagining the toilet suddenly overflowing and filling my new bathroom with... well you can imagine.
He glares at me. "It's in the cleaning closet, I think."
I find the tool and get the deed done. My roommates didn't call me Diana Pooper Mixer for nothin'. Yeah, they called me that because I was the only one who knew how to unclog a toilet. Gross.
SO, what's worse than having to ask your husband where the toilet plunger is?
Having to apologize for the way you asked him.
Or maybe it's when he asks you, "Why was the toilet clogged?" and bugs you until you answer.