You learn a lot about someone in the first year of marriage.
For instance, Scott learned that I may have a slight case of OCD. And I learned that he likes teasing me. A lot.
We moved to our second apartment after we'd been married about six months. Though it was modest, it was also 30 years newer than our first place. The kitchen especially excited me: it had a dishwasher (not an easy find on our meager student budget), and it was about three times the size of our previous kitchen. I didn't know what to do with all that cupboard space!
I quickly learned that those plentiful drawers didn't close easily. With your average drawer-shove, they still stuck out roughly half an inch. You had to pay special attention to one stubborn drawer in particular.
The slightly open and askew drawers irritated my OCD tendencies. Every time I saw one sticking out, I let out a sigh, pushed it into place, and reminded Scott for the umpeenth time. He just smiled and rolled his eyes... until one day.
This particular evening, I came home from class and prepared to make dinner before work as always. When I stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks. Not only was that pesky drawer open; it was open all the way. As was every other drawer. And every cupboard door. As I stood there motionless, I heard Scott begin to snicker from the bedroom. I fumed, "This is not funny!" "What isn't funny?" he asked innocently through his laughter. I grumbled to myself as I closed every drawer and cupboard.
I started dinner then stepped out to put my books away and change for work. As I came back in to check on our meal, I saw that every drawer and cupboard was open... again! This time, Scott stood across from me, looked at the infuriated expression on my face, and cracked up. I groaned even louder and began shutting the drawers. As soon as I closed the first one, Scott looked right into my eyes and slowly opened the drawer again. I reached over and slammed it, his hand still on the hardware. He just smiled and opened it once more.
At this point, my glare cracked into a smile. And then a laugh. We both laughed and laughed until our sides hurt. Point taken.
I still closed that pesky drawer every time I passed by. But I now chuckled to myself each time I did.
