Wow - what an eye-opener this is! Just this morning, I asked my husband for the millionth time to PLEASE not put the dirty egg-y spatula on the bare counter. I should explain that I do ALL the grocery shopping and ALL the dinner cooking. He does breakfast for my daughter every day and on Sundays, he usually makes all three of us eggs and toast. The night before, I set the table, ready the coffee maker, take out a frying pan and LINE MY COUNTERS WITH WAXED PAPER SO HE WON'T MAKE A COMPLETE MESS WITH THE DIRTY SPATULA. Never fails, he finds the 6 inches of the counter that's not covered and he puts the spatula THERE. I should mention that I have an aversion to the smell of dried raw eggs and he knows I'm being completely irrational about it, but it really does make me GAG. We did have a laugh about it this morning. I simply turned to my daughter and said - you know why Daddy can't remember to put the dirty spatula on the waxed paper? No, why? Cause he's retarded (yes, I used that terrible pollitically incorrect wording for the first time in my life). I just couldn't stand it anymore.
Having read everyone else's responses, I suppose I should be grateful (and I am) that my husband leaves the room to pass gas, chews with his mouth closed, flosses in private and cleans up his toenail clippings. Wow, glad I just woke him up for sex.