Sometimes I can be unbearable

I might have just walked in and handed my husband some of this stuff:

(small jar on left)

I might have then pounced into bed and informed him "I am ready for my massage now."
He might have replied "don't you want this stuff before bed?"

I might have then sat bolt upright, stomped over to the coffee table, picked up the stuff, and informed him, loudly I might add:

"IF I WANTED IT BEFORE BED I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU TO PUT IT ON BEFORE BED!"

My extreme sore aching swollen hurting ouchie legs/feet/ankles/toes/knees have now been thoroughly massaged in depth with this stuff, and I am oodles more civilized now.

Just yk, letting yk that he is not the only obnoxious asshole in this house.