Lately I have developed a new habit of wiping kitchen counters even if they are clean. I am wasting a lot of Mr. Brown. Just last night I sprinkled Mr. Comet all over the counters and then wiped 'em off with paper towels drenched in hot water. Once they were dried up with a kitchen towel, I lighted a lavander scented candle and it felt so damn good.
Now here is the worry. My wife tells me that usually it’s the pregnant women who would get cleaning attacks. It’s nature’s way of preparing the mother for the new off-spring. Now, neither is she pregnant nor am I a woman…so what’s going on here.
But one thing for darn sure, our kitchen is sparkling clean.
^ it is called obsessive compulsive disorder with a hint of homosexuality laden Schizophrenia. There is no known cure. You will slowly descend down a slope marred with unnecessarily buying 40 cartons of Mr. Clean and wearing excessive nipple rouge. Till one day, you will remain a former shell of your self, standing in your kitchen holding a soggy yet lit virgina slims, wearing rubber gloves, watching “Beaches” on Oxygen with the sound off while Streisand is blaring on the counter top radio, wearing a mid-riff t-shirt showing off you saggy half-pack, bermuda shorts, black clogs wiht white socks and topped off with a hairnet holding what at one time was referred to as your receding hairline. You are so fked. :rotato:
FF, sacchi say...one day ealy in my marriage, my wife asked me to take out the garbage. I went into the kitchen and as I was taking theplastic bag out of the garbage can, I saw a vision from God. I can't tell you what it was...because I signed an NDA with him, but I will tell you this much. I left the bag in the garbage can, went back to the living room and told mewife the following," here is the credit card, go shopping...before you go, take thegarbage out and get me a beer". Phew....
I was this close to becoming FG...thank god for god.
FG, don't mind these lazy buggers. The only things they ever cleaned in their life is their nose and their behind.
Anyway, as you were used to cleaning your kitchen counters yourself but now your wife cleans them sometimes, you are just following your habit of cleaning them again. It can also be that you don't feel satisfied with your wife's work. That can lead to other problems, so try to get over it.
AJ, I feel like giving you a big hug. You ar so understanding unlike some of the idiots above.
I am a clean freak, specially when it comes to kitchens and bathrooms. And funny thing is my wife is the same way. Sometimes when we are both cleaning in the kitchen area, we compare our work afterwards and judge who is the winner.
PD, good for you ma man. My wife and I find love in other ways that don't involve drawing stimulation from third party sources such as movies and drinks. Sometimes you find real love while folding laundry together.
Your sughaR pun is highly unusual. What happened to guys riding motor bikes, going for a walk in the wilderness, having a night out on the town, fixing the shingles on the roof, playing poker with the bahhhdeeeesss?
Folding towels? Spit polishing kitchen counters!!! What’s next tupper ware parties?
Speaking of walking in the wilderness, we are both off on a ************ this Friday. We will do all the biking and walking in the wilderness where your only other company at night is a cave full of bats.
