You know when you run into a wall that has been there for literally the entire time you’ve lived in your house and you practically knock yourself out running into it, and then your husband comes in and instead of helping you up he just sighs and shakes his head like “This? Again?”
And then you’re all, “Gravity’s still working” and he looks baffled and so you painstakingly explain “The gravity is still on. I just checked. YOU’RE WELCOME” and then he looks even more confused than usual?
My whole life is made of those moments.