Because Hunneypunkin leaves for work at an unheavenly hour, he often leaves special requests in unspoken messages.
Occasionally I find a stick of his deodorant sitting on the kitchen counter. This is his way of asking me to add that to my shopping list.
If his flannel shirt is laid across my laptop, he's hoping to have a button sewn back on. His cellphone left on top of my phone indicates he'd like to have his plugged in once mine has finished charging.
Once in a while someone suggests that this practice is somehow a signal that he takes me for granted. I don't think so. Because I park the car in front of the shop door to inform him that this vehicle needs some attention. Hey, it works for us.
Last week he put a 'rona mask on my life-size Jeremy Renner cardboard cutout. I still don't know what that means.
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