I just realized that my last title included "putting out," which, in retrospect, was probably not the best choice of words. Anyhow... that's okay. It's not like anyone reads this but me.
Right now, I'm really appreciating my husband. For some reason, he decided that doing the dishes is a job he can help me with. Which is super friggin' awesome. Because I hate the dishes. A lot. So he's done the dishes the last two nights. Awesome. He's down there right now scrubbing something hard enough that I can hear the scrubbing side of the sponge rubbing on what ever surface he is cleaning. I love that. A lot. A whole, whole lot.
I'm sure lucky to be married to that guy downstairs who is scrubbing so hard.
: )
New chapter. New post. New playlist.
3 years ago
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It was the floor.
It was disgusting.
I wanted to see what the kitchen looks like when someone cleans it. : p
Wow! That kitchen sure was clean this morning. Nothing like a clean kitchen in the morning!
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