Empty Boxes and Empty Baskets

Alex and I are in that phase of marriage where we learn all of the little things about each other that drive us bonkers. A happy time in our lives. 

Yesterday morning I ate the last pop-tart in the box and left the empty box in the pantry. Horrible, I know. Alex was very distressed and flustered about this event. He brought it up several times throughout the day. 

I would have more sympathy except for this:

Every morning Alex walks all the way to our storage room and drops a little pile of dirty clothes right next to the laundry basket. Every single morning. And every morning I wake up and put this pile in our hamper...

I guess if I have to do that for the rest of my life, this other stuff will make up for it.