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Pet Peeve #Drabbleweek #55fiction

He made sure the soiled socks were put away for wash and the cabinet doors locked in place. He took care to not load the clothes inside out into the washer. 

He never understood why she made a big deal of these things, her pet peeves.

Yet, he didn't want her annoyed today, her birthday!


Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 3 prompt " Pet peeve" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.


  1. He he he.. she sounds like me ;) although, nobody at home bothers to follow my instructions :P

    1. yes, that's me and this story is just wishful thinking!

  2. Hahaha weird habits some people have but I guess my normal is someone else's weird! LOL Good one! :)

    1. so true..these are my pet peeves :-)

  3. Aww I think that was so sweet. Even though he doesn't quite get it he's doing it for her. Sweet. To be forwarded rightaway to The Husband.

    1. I'm going to forward to the husband too! (psst..will that make a difference??;-))

    2. Hmmm that's a thought. Nope, it really won't. Subtle hits don't work after so many years of marriage.

    3. Subtle? even blatant requests are ignored or turned down..hmpf!

  4. Replies
    1. thanks, Mayuri *hope the husband is hearing* ;-) :-)

  5. LOL Uma, needs to be shared with all husbands ;). Good one!

    1. hehe, isn't it ? thanks, Aparna!

  6. Oh wow... need to send that link to the husband :P

    1. hahaha,..a whole lot of husbands are going to get the same forward ;-)

  7. Hope my guy does this on my bday too :) Although I get the occasional surprise once in a while already when he wants to surprise me :)

    1. Good for the occasional surprises. He sounds the type who can decipher subtle drop them now and then :-)


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