My husband has this tendency to leave his fly unzipped.
I don't get this. Normal operating procedure is:
Two steps. How hard can it be?
Yet, almost daily, I remind him to zip his fly.
So this morning, I signed and rolled my eyes. Then said, "Honey, your fly."
His response, "Heh, heh. I left that open for you."
I thought to myself, "Oh, the privileged life I lead. I live to wipe snotty noses, change pee soaked sheets, find missing socks and remind others to zip up. Yes, it's a privileged life."
- I have noses to wipe, sheets to change and those socks eventually turn up. It means we have children to love, warm beds to sleep in and clothes on our backs.
- I have a husband who makes me smile daily and whose absentmindedness on this issue reminds of me of the good things I have in this world.