Today I am doing laundry and going through DHs pockets.  He has tendency to leave small pencils and things in his pockets.  And it struck me that I am really glad not to find phone numbers of other women in his pants.  Sounds bizarre right?  Then I am thinking, I could die tomorrow and not have said, you know, I’m really glad that you aren’t a cheating bastard.

[jeans pocket]

So off I go to the next room and say to DH, “I just want to tell you how glad I am not to find the phone numbers of other women in the pockets of your pants.”

Of course he gave me that look, the one that says, I picked you?

Then he said he is not sure how to respond to that.  I think he thought it was a trick.  But no really, not a trick.  I actually mean this.  I have been reading this book by Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter.  And in the book, one of the characters says something very positive about another, very appreciative.  (Sorry, don’t want to ruin the book.)  And this compliment really helps the person. 

And also, my grandmother having recently just died, I have decided, again, that life is too short to not just say things.  So, there I am with DH looking at me like I have grown a second head…

And I say, well, it sounds ridiculous, but as I am going through your pockets just now, I thought, how nice it is that at least if you were a lying cheating bastard like my ex, you have the courtesy to be discrete.

Poor DH.  He is looking really puzzled and starting to get offended.

Finally, I say, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to trick you.  I could just drop dead and not have said, I’m so glad you aren’t a lying cheating bastard.  Really, just glad you aren’t that sort of asshole.

Right.  He finally catches on, declares himself a proper pain in the ass, but not that kind, and goes back to work. 

Clearly I need help.