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Dear Flabby,

I am at my wits’ end.

While my husband is mostly neat, usually considerate enough, good with our kids and such a hard working provider that he is usually too tired to bother me at night, his reactions to my moving his car keys can be a bit much.

I am not talking moving them to somewhere else.

Rather, moving them as little as but six inches on a dresser or a counter can send him in orbit around the moon, reduce him to a state of utter chaos and sometimes even both at the same time.

– At wits’ end in West Quincy

Dear Mrs. West-Quincy,

Ah yes, the old car keys dilemma.

In point of often overlooked medical fact, Key Dislocation Disorder is one of the most pernicious of primarily male disorders when it comes to undermining domestic bliss.

Further compounding the problem, while many men may be dogs, none are bloodhounds.

As such, leave his keys were he left them!

At the same time, feel free to remember where and note it to him at a propitious moment.

That and always also remember that even the most wonderful hubby is still a guy and thus every woman alive would well-advised to accept the fact that guys are fraught with limitations even if they themselves rarely acknowledge their myriad of shortcomings.

As such, a sound master strategy is set your expectations low and then do the best you can to try to train him to do a few – and preferably simple – tricks.

And as for gauging the success of your training expectations, figure on a level of tricks learned anywhere near close to that of the family dog as a record setting success.

That and –  again – leave his keys be rather than rub his nose in them.

After all, it could be worse – you could be stuck with this bad boy:

Remember, married fellas. She can’t cut you off if she doesn’t know where you’re getting it. #pimphandstrong

— Pimp Trill Clinton (@PimpBillClinton) September 23, 2015

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