There is a silent war that is on going in my house. I'm actually not positive that the war has a fighter on the other side but I'm pretty sure. So... The husband, Joe, has really long hair. He wears it in a ponytail 24/7. In fact he uses 2-3 pony tail holders. I also like to put my hair in a ponytail.
Now, over time the "good" ponytail holders have slowly disappeared. There are only a few left and they're scattered around the house. All that's left are these crappy thin ones and even they are disappearing.
This has caused our silent battle. At all times Joe and I each have at least one of the good hair ties on our wrists. I HATE having them on my wrist. In fact, there is one on my wrist right now and I will sleep with it there. Do you know why? Do you know what happens if I go with comfort and act reasonably and just set the thing in the bathroom like any normal person would? Joe will take it.
The punk always gets up first and picks out all the good hair ties. Then I have to hunt and peck just to find one crappy one. Half way through the day I might find where he stashed one of the good ponytail holders and then I have to switch them out. He's a bastard, I tell you. He hides the good ones at his desk. He'll have them in his hair and on his wrist. The greedy little b****.
And YES, I know I could grab another pack next time I'm at Target. It crossed my mind when I was there today. But you know what? It's the principle of the thing. That just sounded good, I can't really think of a principle. I'm just lazy.
So, until I remember to get ponytail holders when I'm actually near where they are kept at the store, our war will continue.
Viva la Resistance!
Evidently my expert war mind games are bearing fruit. Joe mentioned a dream he had that I cut off his ponytail. HA!