I'm laughing because of him. Usually Husbandguy is very calm, low-key, hard-to-anger, level-headed. On Sunday, though, he tried to go outside to grill the burgers we were having for dinner. To get there, he had to go through the playroom, which looks like someone came through with a giant blender so getting through it can be kind of tricky. Once he made it to the door, he tried to open the sliding screen door, but it's broken and doesn't slide anymore. Let me just say that the door had been open, the screen door, for weeks until Sunday afternoon when DH closed it. So the fact that he had to get through it to get outside was his own doing. He was already frustrated about the condition of the playroom, and the fact that he couldn't actually get outside after the perilous 6-foot trek made it worse. He stood there wrestling with the door for a little while and then, in a very uncharacteristic way, finally just ripped it off the track and tossed it up against the side of the house. I didn't laugh at the time because he was so irritated, but every time I think about it now I have to giggle. My husband, The Incredible Hulk. I reminded him about it yesterday and he claimed he didn't think it was funny, but he was laughing inside.
I think I'll clean the playroom today. It's Pete's job, but it's mostly Lulu's mess. So I'll do it.