Toot your own horn JCW..beep, beep..okay to do.

So when a bill comes to the Wangs, I toss (the bill) on the kitchen island..and then put it in a tiny bill of "things to be paid."  Ching will take care of this.   This doesn't mean (in his manly Flintstone voice) "let me make the money and I will take care of you, baby".  This means.."I know we contribute to a joint checking account, but let me go back to my accounting roots..."  Some bills are sent manually (with an actual check) but my man Ching Wang dominates Bill Pay.  And I have acknowledged this and (occasionally) thanked him.  No Wang Family Fairy comes out of no where to do this..

But let me remininsce about a morning this past weekend.  I go down to the basement, while Ching is there, perplexed with the de-humidifier.  He is emptying it, mid cycle, machine beeping...still looking weird.
JCW:  Why are you doing that?
CCW:  I thought the basement was damp..But I never empty this water bin.
JCW:  Are you saying over the past few (humid) months, that you have never thought the water bin (of the dehumidifier) needed to be emptied?
CCW:  Well, I did..but the red light is never on..can you believe it?
JCW:  (Are you freakin' kidding me?)  Ching, I empty the water bin every morning when I make the girls lunch and when I do the laundry on the weekends.  Everyday..yeah..that's me..
CCW:  Oh..

Did he think there was a God damn fairy on payroll at the Wangs?  The monthly cleaner, the grass cutter..and secret freakin' fairy?  What, the freak else, seems a mystery to him?  The clean clothes that are constantly in his dresser?  Ching Wang..that's me..food in the pantry, fridge and on his plate at night..all me.  And the toilet paper that magically appears on the holder, clean sheets, coordinated pick up and drop off, b-day gifts for that weekend party..me too.

Honestly..just breathe, this is not a big deal. Thank him for his contributions and mention mine too.  (Toot your own horn JCW..beep, beep..okay to do.)