Mark Loves it When I Nag

Today I uncovered a startling truth. Mark loves it when I nag. He doesn't just like it, he loves it.

After 13 years together he knows me so well he can't help himself from doing those little things that he knows will elicit a response.

Parking as far away from the restaurant, mall, theatre as possible. Taking the long way home. Folding towels in his special way.

At least that is the conclusion I have come to. After all this time together I would have thought he would avoid these things like burning hot brands or diseased pustules. There is no other answer. He secretly loves to be nagged.

Sick bugger.