This morning
my husband and I were eating breakfast and the sun was streaming through the
living room windows. Calvin said, “Wow, the windows are filthy.” I looked.
“Yeah, they are.”
Then he
laughed and said, “We haven’t cleaned those windows in years.”
I said,
“You’re right, we haven’t. But I
have.”
Cal
disbelieving, “You stand on the porch and clean the massive windows?”
Me,
disbelieving his disbelief, “On a fairly frequent basis.”
Cal, “When do
you do it?”
Me, “When you’re
not here, obviously.”
Now I’m
pondering making a list of everything I do during the day. How the laundry gets
magically cleaned, folded/ironed, and put away. How the walls get washed. How
the baseboards stay magically white, etc. It reminds me of the “self-cleaning fireplace” Cal used to think we have.
Coolest
thing. My husband is now getting the window cleaner and rags. J
