I feel like a stupid wife.
Tonight I tried to pull our kitchen drawer out so I could move it out to the living room to organize it while I watched Pretty Woman. JJ kept telling me this was a terrible idea but I had to see for myself - by messing up the hinges. I have a feeling this is how the rest of our lives will be: JJ telling me when I'm making stupid choices and me ignoring him.
Now I have a very organized drawer and a very annoyed husband. Win-win?