When I come home from work, I usually check the mail. But I almost always leave the local newspaper coupons in the mailbox. Every now and then when Mike asks me if I've checked the mail, I'll say no, even if I have that day. I know he'll venture out to the mailbox only to find a handful of these papers stuffed inside. He'll come back in, muttering about all the junk mail we get. "We never get anything good in the mail. Just these damn ads," he'll grumble under his breath. "I hate these ads," he'll go on. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, he'll stomp around a bit.
And I turn away, smirking all the while.
I do this in part because the ads annoy the shit out of of me, and I hate bringing them into our house myself. But mainly because I find him so adorable when he acts like this it's sometimes hard to breathe.