We recently started rock climbing again after a 4 year hiatus. I warned Mr. P to take it easy, but as usual he couldn’t help himself. He was having a lot of fun, but climbed so much on our first visit that he couldn’t even close his hands after. This also led to him knocking over a bowl of shaved ice while we were trying out a new dessert cafe a few hours later.
Despite living in our house for almost 5 years now, Mr. P still doesn’t know where anything is in the kitchen. When I ask him to get me something from the kitchen, he needs specific instructions as to which drawer or cabinet the item is located in. When he does the dishes and puts them away, they are never put back in their original spot.
Every once in a while, I find myself giving him a kitchen tour explaining where everything goes, but the information never sticks. And this isn’t limited to tableware or kitchen tools. There have been several instances where he isn’t able to find a certain snack we bought at the grocery store and then he claims I hid it from him when the snack is simply sitting inside the snack cabinet. (He always gets really excited to rediscover his forgotten snacks.)
Mr. P’s low tolerance for spicy foods has always been a running joke in our family. He does enjoy eating spicy food though and over the years we’ve been slowly building up his tolerance. However, every once in a while, he gets a little overconfident on how much spice he can handle.
During a recent visit to a new spicy hot pot restaurant, Mr. P was sweating so much that he actually looked ill. It just so happened that we were seated right in front of the entrance and customers coming in were doing a double-take when they saw his face. Luckily, he didn’t actually scare any customers away.