In the last few weeks Joy has been home a lot, because she doesn't have a job just yet (she's gotten offers, but she is holding out for "the one") and she is new to the area so she doesn't know a lot of people here. Oh, and she was sick.
During all this time she had a few complaints about living with me in Orlando. One of the most frequently occuring complaints was that I don't clean up after myself as much as she would like. The place isn't tidy enough for her liking, and she feels like she is always cleaning up after me.
Well, a night or two ago I had a little fun with her. I had heard her complaints and I have been doing a fairly good job of keeping things clean -- at least the things she asked me to keep clean. So,when I got home from work, I got undressed, put everything of mine away "where it belongs" and then walked in to talk to her. She seemed to be in a decent mood so I told her that I was concerned about some things.
I told then recited almost word for word a speech she had given me roughly a week earlier. I went on and on saying all the things she had told me about staying clean and how important it was to me for us to have a clean apartment. Then I told her about this pile of cottony goodness that she had left in a corner of our hallway. :)
I had a lot of fun with that, and she was kinda unamused and frustrated with me, because she doesn't see irony of the situation as a legitimate form of humor -- especially when she's at the wrong end of it. So, to get her to see what I was doing I ended up tricking her into putting her foot in my hand, and then I started to physically pull her lef. So, we had a big laugh over all of that, and she consoled herself with a happily screamed, "Well, I'm just glad you listen to me, you booger!" as she attempted to wrestle me to a place where she could tickle me better.
Posted by David at September 9, 2005 03:51 PM