Condiments: A lesson in relationships

I packed the pepper.

Dear Lord in heaven strike me down for I have sinned.

The gloves are off and the roses are wilted in terms of perfect relationship land. Long gone are the days that Seth and I would spend our time together walking the beaches of Florida or North Carolina, wining and dining our way across the continental United States. Replace that with evenings of chicken nuggets and tater tots and walks from the parking garage to my studio apartment, and you get a glimpse as to where our relationship is at right now. 

As in, reality. 

The rose tinted glasses don't last forever. At least in this relationship they were gently put on the shelf instead of smashed to bits by a fire-breathing dragon. 

Enter the argument about me packing the pepper. 

In my quest to be a helpful person and not make Seth do all the work, I began packing Tuesday night.

I packed my contacts. 

And then one ripped.

I packed my deodorant.

Only to realize that um...I might need that.

Luckily I left out the toilet paper.

While there were plenty of expletives said under my breath this morning as I pondered whether or not I actually wanted my armpits to smell like a man all day, the personal wrath of having to wear my glasses for the rest of the week and attracting who knows what with Seth's Axe deodorant was nothing compared to the temper tantrum that ensued when I packed the pepper.

I don't use condiments. Nothing on my hot dog please. No salt. No pepper. No tabasco sauce for me thank you. (Exception: Putting the special fairy dust on my fries at Red Robin).

So when a box just the size of spice jars landed on my head in a torrential rain of empty boxes in my closet Wednesday evening, I did the only logical thing. 

I packed the spices. Salt. Pepper. All of it.

Only to face the whine of, "You packed the pepper?!" when Seth came home to marvel at my superior packing abilities.

Really. We've come this far in our relationship so we could argue about the fact that I packed the pepper? 

Apparently so. Stay tuned for Monday. Goodness only knows what other relationship reality busters will ensue when the actual moving occurs...