Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Clueless or Manipulative?
Tuesday, for me, is a full scale mop of the kitchen day.
I really cannot complain about Mike when it comes to helping out around the house. He does his own laundry. He makes the bed. He helps with the cooking. He doesn’t dust or volunteer to scrub the bathroom, but he takes care of electrical and plumbing emergencies and always says, “Call your brother,” when carpentry skills are needed.
So don’t take this as a complaint. It is just an observation.
I was saying, “Thank goodness for old fashioned mop and bucket,” because the steam cleaner I had purchased last winter just did work after being stored for the summer months.
He looked at the floor and shrugged. “How often do you ever mop anyway,” he says (not asks).
That floored me! (I know, I know. Allow me to amuse myself.) Really. He must believe we have magically self-cleaning floors. But he does tend to believe that a job done once stays done. I know this because he bought a pressure washer to clean the deck and when he was done he said he was going to sell the washer—like the deck would never get dirty again.
But I am confessing here and now that I am the clueless one. I bought myself a ticket to a play at the Venice Theater. I said to myself I would not even ask him because he always says no. Going out at night?? Going to a play?? And yet, when I told him I had bought a ticket he said, “Oh, I’ll go with you.” Go figure.
Well, yes, figure: The play is “Intimate Apparel.” I may have hinted that it would be a bit like watching a Victoria Secret commercial live on stage…but I absolutely did add ala 1905.