How come he hasn't shot me yet?

No honestly, I'd like to know. Sure enough, maybe The Ultimate Other Half doesn't have a gun but appearantly those are not hard to come by nowadays.

Or maybe he is just a particularly nice and sensitive guy with a patience and endurance of a camel.

Now to think about it it must have been on the Top 10 list of Reasons I Married Him.

This time it all started in MSN with a seemingly innocent picture of wooden doll house.

Me: Can you see something constructionally very weird about that house?
Ultimate Other Half: (after a pause for investigating the picture closer) It has chimneys but no fireplaces? Bath but no toilet?
Me: Aw come one. Look at the staircases!
Other Half: What about them?
Me: They don't GO anywhere!!!
Other Half: Yes they do!
Me: No they don't!
Other Half: Look closer, the staircase is coming up next to the bathroom!
Me: FFS! Ain't we lucky you're not an architect!

At this point the phone rang. Obviously The Ultimate Other Half had decided he was not getting anywhere via the messenger.

Other Half: Come on, look in the bedroom next to the wardrobe.

This time I actually looked closer and alas! there it was, staircase coming up next to the wardrobe. Damnation!

Other Half: Can you see it now?
Me: (annoyed mumbling)
Other Half: So what's wrong with it?
Me: (mixed with annoyed mumble) Well, firstly, its coming up into the feckin bedroom...
Other Half: Oh come on, it DOES come up though!
Me: (grudgingly) Yeah, I didn't see that at first.
Other Half: So are you taking it back now?
Me: Taking what back???
Other Half: FFS and stuff...
Me: NO!

I guess I SHOULD take it back though.

FFS!