Here He Comes To Save The Day…

I have been waiting since last Christmas for this wondrous gift that I am about to be given.
My husband is a closet cleaner.
He loves to clean.
He is going to brush away my surface cleaning and get to the grit…lol…of the matter.
He is out buying cleaning supplies right now.
He will mumble and grumble and shake his head.
But when he is all finished this house…Hallelujah…will be cleaned.
It will glisten and shine and sparkle.
I can’t wait.
I did mention that it will sparkle and shine and glisten, right?
There is even a best part to what we are doing today.
Well…I say “we” sort of loosely.
He hates when I get in the way.
He likes to clean on his own…without my help.
I just have to say that again…without my help.
I interfer.
I distract.
I bother him.
I have perfected this art of bothering him over the years.
It is a masterful plan…if I do say so myself.

And now…just one more thing.
I am making him The Pioneer Woman’s Tortilla Soup for dinner.
It is his reward for all of his work today.

Whatever you are doing today…have a wonderful fun filled happy day…
even if you are reading while you watch your husband clean…
Thank you, Santa!!!

6 thoughts on “Here He Comes To Save The Day…

  1. Anonymous says:

    As your husband's brother, I must say I'm not surprised by your his cleaning addiction.  Mom was a cleaning machine, while he was an eating machine.  Now he has finally come clean; no pun intended, and has embraced the broom.  I on the other hand use a leaf blower.  My Toro electric has a wind speed of 200mph.  If I install the nozzle restrictor its a blistering 209mph.  Enough to dislodge any amount of my gran kid's dander or PBJ stuck to the floor.  The dust cloud I haven't figured out what to do to get it out of the house.  In the summer I just wait till the wife leaves and open all the doors and windows and blast away.  She's really impressed when she gets home and she can't believe I haven't even broken a sweat.  Oh, wait…I know I just remembered we have a whole house exhaust fan…I'll just crank that baby up and open the front door.  Presto, it worked! Take a lesson Bro.



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