“Aww crap. You’re going to post about me, aren’t you?”
I honestly don’t know why my wife would think that. It’s not like I p0st every mundane little thing about her life.
For example, tonight my wife and I are engaged in the last minute style of cleaning that every young set of parents does when grandparents are due to arrive the next day.
Namely, we push all the toys into more or less contained corridors through the living areas (and we pray that it lasts until Grandma shows up on our doorsteps). We also target the high-value messes: stove tops, dirty dishes, piles of unread magazines, and microwave ovens. Should the grandparent leave their white glove at home, the “cleaned” home would pass muster..for a few seconds at least.
In any case, I’m walking by my wife as she’s cleaning the above stove microwave. And I stop. I turn around and I think for a moment. Then:
“Dear?”
“Yes?”
“Why are you cleaning the microwave with Armor-All wipes?”
“What? I’m using Clorox wipes.”
“No, no in fact you are not.”
“Well crap.”
Ok, maybe that was a little bit funny.
