No Groveling Required

I generally consider myself fairly easy going, however I do have a few quirky (and perhaps irrational?) pet peeves that have a way of pushing my buttons.  Unfortunately, Tim is not quite privy to all of them, or at least doesn't think of them with the same weight of importance that I do, yet.

This morning I went in the bathroom and found this:

Cringe!  Tim had already run off to class, so I left the empty roll on the holder, determined to make him change it this time (the ultimate punishment), and sent him a message that said something about how he was in big trouble if he didn't fix this little habit.  To which he replied,

"Oh why don't you go blog about it... I'm sure it will make you feel better, or go play Bejeweled ;)" 

Uh huh... my initial reaction was on the side of the defense.  Granted I do have a weakness for both, but to provoke an already irritated woman I thought was pretty bold... perhaps too bold.  So I started scripting a real crusher when I realized that rebellious pot-stirrers don't text with winking smiley-faces.  He's not one to kick up dust like that anyway.  So I went to the computer, and found this:

A thoughtful surprise love note.  I of course vetoed my scripted reply, changed the roll of toilet paper, and went on with my day all smiles.  He was off the hook.  Perhaps I have underestimated this boy... Well played Timothy Borup, well played.