FW: Something so familiar

I am sure this incident plays out in many houses.. J

This is so not funny

Every night I brush my teeth. Every night, I then pick up my bottle of Listerine and gargle. Then, I remove my lenses. Then, every other night, in the Srivastava household, the Dance of Shiva begins.
Immediately after that I fumble across to the drawer on my side of the bed, rummage though the entire contents and then mumble under my breath f>?k. Then, I walk over to the husband's side of the bed and midway bang my toe onto his side of the bed, bend over and rub my toe and mumble- fuck.
All this while the husband does not move an inch away from his laptop screen and pretends not to hear a thing.
Then, I neatly go through his very neat drawer and keep back the contents of his neat drawer, neatly and then say- Fuck! Then, I go back in the bathroom and bump against the bed again and hurt my foot again and shout FUCK. Then, I open the bathroom wardrobe and empty all its contents on the floor and hurt the finger while I close the wardrobe and scream F U C K in agony.
Then, every other night, yes every other night, I bend on my knees, bury my ego in a huge hole that I dig myself with my hurt finger and hurt toe and with folded trembling hands I go over to the husband sprawled on the bed and glued to the laptop.
Though, to any outsider witnessing the above scene, it might just seem like a normal, dignified wife, a wife in black loose track pants with pink stripes and a huge red T shirt with three moth holes near the shoulder blades, but yet a very dignified looking wife, walking over to the husband in a very dignified manner and asking the butt of the lazy husband, as he still remains sprawled on the bed and glued to his laptop monitor- ' Have you seen my spectacles?'