Derek decided today that he was going to take the Oriental rug outside and shake it out because it is downright nasty. Today. You know. The day it was 96 degrees. The mosquitos are swarming like the cicadas last year except not so loud but oh so more annoying and painful.
K: Let's do it on Thursday, when the high will be 79.
D: fine, I'll do it myself.
Baby, baby, baby. So off he goes, knowing that my whiny self will follow.
But I brought a broom. I figured I could clean the rug Jane Austin style. Beat the crap out of it. As Derek held it.
That'll teach him to just poke, poke, poke until he gets his way.