2017 is Already the Same
Woman in the Middle | January 1, 2017The ball dropped. Hubby and I hugged and kissed. Then Hubby turned his head, spotted something, and said, “I guess we ought to clean up the animal barf before we go to bed.” “You saw it, you clean it,” I replied. As he cleaned up the nastiness, Blackie strolled down the hall and barfed up again. “Blackie you are getting ahead of me,” said Hubby.
I felt I was obligated to clean up the second toxic spill, and got paper towels and bleach wipes. As we ticked off the first minutes of the new year, I couldn’t help but say, “Nothing like starting the new year cleaning up animal barf.
Hubby replied, ”The new year is looking a lot like the old year.” Truer words were never spoken by my dear husband.
Happy New Year!
Oh Blackie now one wants to clean up after you but I guess you can’t clean it up yourself
What can I say, he refuses to take the paper towels and do it himself.