Thursday, April 3, 2014

Bleach.

I woke up a few days ago and noticed something written on the bathroom mirror.  Did my wife write some sexy missive to me?  Was it some crazy note about spies, ninjas, and/or aliens?  Sadly, nope to all of the above.

She wrote on the mirror:  FYI-sometimes soap isn't enough, I think I need to bathe in bleach.

What kind of day did she have at work?  I want to know but I don't think I want that many details.  It made me think of some other bleach worthy moments I've had.  Once I had a customer vomit a weeks worth of food in our restroom, did I tell the 17 year old hostess to clean it up?  Nope, I had her do her job and I cleaned it up. 

The next time your spouse gets home covered in ick don't get grumpy when they don't give you a hug, maybe they are trying to protect you from whatever it was that they had to play with.

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