My inner OCD child came out in full force earlier today:
"Aw crap he's unwrapped the ham.", I said to the husband about my grandfather.
"It's his ham.", he said.
"That's not the point. I told him we were going to fix it and now a nekkid ham is lying on the table."
"It's not a big deal.", Mr. Cool exclaimed.
"NEKKID HAM is on the table."
"Not a big deal."
"NEKKID HAM.NEKKID HAM."
"It's ok, what do you want me to do? I can put it in grocery bag and take it down to your Mom."
"NEKKID HAM. NEKKID HAM. NEKKID HAM."
"It's not a big deal. What do you want me to do. I can put it in a grocery bag and take it downstairs."
"Well I was going to carry it down myself cause it had a handle but I can't now because it's unwrapped and LYING ON THE TABLE."
"Ok I'm going to take it downstairs now. It's not a big deal." Calm and collected said. (Ugh.)