If ever I decide to settle down/marry I am going to be the most immature wife/partner, probably.
Trying to read the morning paper? No that isn’t the sports page I’m sitting on.
Trying to make dinner? Oops the spoon slipped and you have sauce on your face.
Trying to wash dishes? Soap bubbles on your head.
Talking to your buddies? I’ll be slapping dat ass.
Getting ready for work? Good luck finding your pants.
Washing the car? You needed a shower anyways.
Out running errands? Thanks, I will just make a list of all the feminine products I need.
Going to sleep? You don’t need blankets, you’re hot enough already.
Anyways..isn’t that how you know it’s for real, when your most annoying irksome habits and traits are endearing/tolerated when most people would just write you off as certifiable?