In our house, I very strongly believe that Poe has certain jobs, and I have others. Namely, Poe gets the gross jobs and I get everything else. When he complains, I ask if he would like to figure out the kids’ health insurance this year? Or perhaps he’d like the job of coming up with the car insurance payment. Or – I know – Would he like to fight with the state about Joseph’s classification? That would be fun! I could make him do the kids’ laundry. (He’s totally creeped out by small clothes. Hold up a small sock and he shudders. “They’re like doll clothes!” Yeah. That’s my big strong former Marine man.)
And then he shuts up about the gross stuff.
This morning, however, Poe was still at work. I saw that a slug of some kind had found its way into the office, and then apparently did laps. It was a full on slug derby. How in the world do I clean up slug trails from the carpet? But I didn’t see the perpetrator. He finally showed himself about an hour later. He was thrown outside. He had antennae/horns, and was really long and skinny. I threw him outside. I hate creepy crawlies. But – If they’re outside? That’s their house and I leave them alone (except for poisonous things like black widows, which we have). But inside is MY house. Ew.
In looking at my carpet he was at it a really long time, just slugging along while I was sleeping. ::shudder::
My point is that sometimes I have to do Poe’s job too. I feel very indignant at the moment. I probably just need more coffee before he gets home.
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