Life With Mr Scratchy
Does anyone else watch "Big Bang Theory"?
Well living with Mr. Scratchy is like having to live with the character "Sheldon". In fact, that is our nick-name for him.
The first time I stumbled upon this show, I wondered if the writers had sat across from us at a restaurant or had been peeking in our windows.
Leonard had ordered Chinese take out and when he returned with it, Sheldon was questioning him whether the eggrolls had shredded cabbage or chopped cabbage. (Like it makes a difference.)
We have been to restaurants where Mr. Scratchy would not order anything to eat, only a drink, because "there is nothing on this menu I can eat", or because the place "smelled" weird or "it just don't look right in here" whatever that means.
We have learned to live with it, but waitresses usually try to cajole him into trying something. They bring him fries or a grilled cheese sandwich because they don't understand how he can NOT eat while everyone else is. We went to one place and he wouldn't order anything and he told the waitress that "nothing looks like I can eat it." She told him she understood. She really seemed to understand. And what was going thru my mind? I was wondering what she KNEW that WE should know!

I bought a jigsaw puzzle from the thrift store. It had been opened. I don't usually buy opened puzzles for a very good reason. We almost had it all together when Mr. Scratchy noticed there was a piece missing. We looked everywhere and couldn't find it. This threw Mr. Scratchy for a loop ! "Why? Why would they sell you a puzzle with a piece missing? Don't they put them together first to make sure? Don't they care"?
This bothered him so much he refused to help finish it.
I bought it because I liked the picture. What WAS I thinking?

Yesterday, Mr. Scratchy came into the den with a basket of toilet paper. All 17 rolls that were in the drawer in the bathroom cabinet where I keep it.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm going to put all of this in the trash!
"Why?"
He walked over to the desk where I was and pulled a piece of notebook paper out of my notebook, crumpled it up and said,"Because, I might as well be wiping with this!"
"Take that all back and put it back where you got it and when we go to the store again, YOU can pick out the toilet paper."
No, it is not that rough. I bought a store brand. Again, What was I thinking?