Sometimes I don’t pull my considerable weight and it’s not fair. I’ve no problem making my own sandwich or insulting the neighbors but when it comes to cleaning the dishes, I usually get an unexpected call to go into work. Jill Y is not happy with this at all and from time to time, she’ll refuse to dress up as Princess Leia in the bedroom or play the so-called music of Bon Jovi in protest. Despite these heavy-handed tactics, Bill Y still wouldn’t play ball until last night. Last night, she came up with a plan so brilliant and devious, that I now clean the dishes, even when they’re not dirty. Jill Y, I bow down to the better person:
My boyfriend has a magnet on his fridge: Every time you masturbate, God kills a kitten. I’m hoping we all keep zipped up tight.
Wow, that’s so threatening . . . hmm, why didn’t I think of it?
Ah we can all have an off-day Deb. I had one myself in 1983!
I gotta admit. Using a puppy would motivate me. On the other if it were a cat … not so much.
I couldn’t agree with you more. If it was a cat, there would be some seriously dirty dishes and some seriously hurt cat too!
Awwww!
Bill, please clean your dishes.
I’m a changed man, I clean them all day and all night now but ‘m thinking of counter-acting her move by getting a cat! More on this later!
That is one tough household! Jill Y gets a little scary.
She does but then she puts on the Princess Leia costume and all is right with the world!
Wow, Jill Y is hardcore.
I’ve a few more choice words I can use to describe her!