Tuesday, May 8
Me: Wendy* is coming over in the morning so could you and the dogs, um...
Me: You know the house doesn't stay tidy for more than 3 minutes when you're all in it.
Hubby: Are you saying we're messy?
Me: Yes, Hansel, that's what I'm saying. If only your debris trail was bread crumbs, then the dogs could clean up after you.
Hubby: I'll tidy up before I go to work.
Me: Thanks. I just want it to be nice. You know how Wendy's house is a lovely oasis of organization and charm.
Hubby: I think our house is an oasis.
Me: After a sand storm.
Hubby: Or a fur storm!
Me: Not funny.
Hubby: Hey, our house is great.
Me: You don't even see the mess. You could live in a yurt.
Hubby: My feelings, and I know I speak for the pets as well, are wounded.
Me: Just don't bleed on the carpet. Wendy's coming.
*Names have not been changed to give credit where credit is due.