Don't worry, I still LOVE him, I just don't LIKE him. I'll get over it. As soon as he stops laughing about it. The story:
My parents were sweet enough to send our sink to us for the new bathroom. Well, while dearest hubby was cleaning it out, he found something lodged in it, so, he brought it in and got a pair of pliers to remove the offending object from the overspill hole. Right before he pulled it out he called me in the room and told me there was something I HAD to see. When I got close enough, he reached in, pulled it out and threw THIS at me.
I screamed. His eardrum hurts. Serves him right. Jerk.