Quick and Dirty
Ironically, this post by the Queen of the Mayhem was very timely for me this week. It seems that I did such a fabulous job vacuuming, that I never even had the opportunity to "pay the bills." There has been a lot of double-entendre filled recap about our (short-lived) night of unbridled passion around here this week. For example:
My Baby's Daddy (while discussing fixing our laptop's wireless connection problem): "It shouldn't be too hard, it'll just take me a minute."
Me: "Yeah, I remember."
So, for the past few days, he's been begging for a do-over. A rematch. A chance to redeem himself as the Energizer Bunny of Love. And of course, he's constantly telling me how amazing I am, and how much the vacuuming means to him.
This is a true discussion that we had just this morning:
MBD: "So, do you like doing it (vacuuming)?"
Me: "I don't mind it."
MBD: "But do you like it? I want you to like it."
Me: "I really don't mind. I mean, there are things I'd rather be doing, of course, but it's fine."
MBD: (All astonished that there could possibly be anything more fulfilling for me on earth...) "Give me an example of what you'd rather do."
Me: "Read a book."
MBD: "You can't say that!!!! That's like saying I like to take a good shit, and I like to eat a good steak--it's just not the same!"
Me: "We're having steak for dinner."