July 29, 2009 - Narcissism is Necessary

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Vacuuming or magic mopping?

My relationship with my boyfriend is filled with negotiations and deals. For instance, just a moment ago, I successfully negotiated my way out of vacuuming the house and drying Charlie up in exchange for him giving the mutt a full bath. Instead, I got to magic mop the whole house and comb him.

He thinks that magic mop is a farce and is essentially just pushing dirt around. I begged to differ. In fact, I think magic mop is one of the best inventions there is. I’m sure a lot of women would agree with me. At first, he asked why don’t I appreciate the vacuum cleaner. My answer to that: I can’t handle the long cable, and that someone should invent wireless vacuum cleaner (which I know exists and yes, I need to get one someday).

He called me a knob and then okayed to magic mopping but said that if he found the tiniest fluff of Charlie’s hair anywhere I would have to vacuum because it proves that magic mop is a sham. I told him to piss off cause even if I had vacuumed instead he would have found fluff somewhere…because I don’t have good eyes – my eyes trick me to think that the floors are clean. And he was like, you’re full of shit. I’m like no…I’ve got astigmatism, the light bounces off the floor and make me see things differently.

And then he groaned, mustered something unintelligibly and went on to wash Charlie, then dried him with a towel. I magic mopped the whole house in under 5 minutes including replacing the cleaning sheets (magic mop IS magic), blogged this and is about to watch tele while sipping a tall glass of fizzy tonic and apple juice concoction. The man’s probably going to comb Charlie later on too, I know I’ll figure out something to say.

So yes ladies and gentlemen, the moral of this story is that: if you want to get out of something, keep on…talking, even if it doesn’t make sense.

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