Last night, I asked Jerk Face to help me bring stuff upstairs. Now, I meant the laundry basket that was sitting on the kitchen floor between us...
To be fair. I don't believe that I actually said "could you bring the laundry basket upstairs, please?"
Fyi: I bring with me upstairs every night: my cellphone, a big glass of water, a bottle and the monitor. My
He kept trying to grab the bottle, or my water... I thought he was just being goofy.
I went upstairs before him, toting all of my usual stuff. Assuming he grabbed the laundry basket.
(You know what they say about assuming... I didn't, until I read this post)
This morning, I woke up.. went to grab a shirt that I folded last night and knew was in the laundry basket.
Only... the basket wasn't in our room.
Okay... maybe it was in the hallway...?
Nope.
I came downstairs...
and there it sat.
In the kitchen, where I had left it the night before.
what the friday?
2 comments:
Mine doesn't do anything around the house unless it benefits him.
Okay, maybe sometimes he might. But not often... and I'm cranky. So, I'll say never.
Hehehe, who knew you could learn so much from others' blogs? Never assume :D
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