When Barry and I were engaged, we were out shopping one evening before our wedding. I guess salespeople noticed the engagement ring, or more than likely, we told them we were getting married soon, because all evening people had been telling us congratulations.
One of our last stops that evening was a shoe store. The salesman that waited on us was a young man (a few years younger than us). When the subject of our impending marriage came up, he said, "Oh, you are getting married."
We waited for the congratulatory remarks to follow, but instead, in a very serious tone, he said, "I'm going to tell you something about marriage. You know those little things that don't bother you much right now?
They drive you crazy after awhile."
Barry and I laughed all the way to the car about his remark. But, to this day that was some of the best bits of marriage advice we received. Of course, we can drive each other crazy, but we have this story to bring up and remind ourselves it IS a little thing. Then, Robert Earl Keen wrote a song, called It's The Little Things, so we can even sing about it.
All this being said, I am now going to share a little thing that has been going on since we moved into this house.
For some reason, Barry does not close this closet door all the way. I have to walk by it going in and out of our bedroom. Yes, I just close it as I walk by, but I just don't get why he doesn't close it. It is definitely a little thing.
(Of course, I know I am opening the door for a Barry Rebuttal.)