I love my husband. I do, I really do. The Boy Scouts would be proud of him: he truly does "help others at all times," and he is, as he likes to remind me, "trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, (sort of) thrifty, brave and (mostly) reverent."
Those of you familiar with the Boy Scout Law may be running back through that list with a frown, thinking to yourself, "thrifty, brave and reverent... isn't she missing something?" Oh yes, dear readers. It was not an oversight.
I went out of town for four days. When I left the house, it was fairly tidy, other than a few dirty dishes that someone (not me) should have placed directly in the dishwasher rather than placing them in the sink. When I returned home, the few dirty dishes had spawned a multitude. They were not only filling the sink, they were piled on the counter. They were joined by (a) a number of recyclable items - within sight of the bin; (b) a dead houseplant, which had not been watered for four days, (c) a number of strange mechanical items that seemed to have strayed from the garage; and (d) a cake plate, hosting one lone piece of my special lemon cake* that had molded over. I will just say, the rest of the house was in like condition.
Tell the Boy Scouts I want a Merit Badge review. My husband is not "clean."
* which I would have eaten a long time ago had it not been for a request to please, please, save him a piece
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