My husband also does the HONKING nose blowing thing. Sounds like a freakin’ elephant!
I’ve posted about this before.
Mr. brown will be in a completely different room, and ask “What’s this?” What am I, a mind reader? Lately I’ve gotten snarky and I’ll start hazarding absurd guesses: “A penguin? A B-52 bomber? A first edition Bukowski? Let me know if I’m getting warm.” Then he gets all petulant because I didn’t come a-runnin’ to see just what it is that he’s talking about.
Were I in your shoes, I’d move every piece of furniture every day.
You’re one sick Wombat. I like you.