This is what husbands are for
Dec. 1st, 2003 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenkCame home today to find a smear of, shall we say, "something that the cat didn't like sticking to her rear" on the carpet. As I had done something stupid, and it affected other folks, I not only felt stupid but also embarassed and guilty. So I figured that cleaning up cat shit was about my speed.
10 minutes later Jesse comes home and asks what I'm doing sitting on the floor. I explain. He kneels next to me, puts his arm around me lovingly, and whispered into my ear, "Even if you were the smartest woman on earth, cleaning up the cat shit would still be your job."
I really enjoyed that particular laugh....
10 minutes later Jesse comes home and asks what I'm doing sitting on the floor. I explain. He kneels next to me, puts his arm around me lovingly, and whispered into my ear, "Even if you were the smartest woman on earth, cleaning up the cat shit would still be your job."
I really enjoyed that particular laugh....
