He kills me...

I just walked into the Laundry Room to find TheHusband putting up shelves.

The aren't new shelves, recycled I think is the word. The issue I have with them, was that they were WAY over my head (I am not a tall man), and therefore, they would pretty useless to me, since he doesn't even know how to do laundry.

I said: "What the hell are you doing now?"

He said, "They are not The Hell your Whales."

Oh. Sure. Disarm me by quoting Star Trek. It just isn't right.

I laughed for ten minutes.