It is a work in progress
I was trying to do something new with the blog... epic fail. It will have to do for now, until my oh so technical brother helps.
I thought it was a rag?
First off, all Phillies fans read with caution. Also, sit down immediately, this may crush your soul. I had no intention of creating such a commotion, after being married to a Phillies fan for two years, you would think I would have some sort of clue. What had happened was...
I asked Drew if he would clean the bathroom, after several hours of waiting on him to do it I decided to take matters into my own hands. I sprayed "scrubbing bubbles" (we do the work for you) cleaning spray all over the bathtub and started my 3 minute wait. Like I said it does the work for you! ha! I realized I did not have a rag to wipe the scrubbing bubbles off so I ran (yeah actually ran) to the hall closet (6 feet away) and grabbed the first rag I saw. About five minutes into wiping down the bathtub, dear husband shows up to give me pointers on how to clean the bathroom. Thanks for showing up when I am almost done cleaning, where were you two hours ago when I asked if you would clean the bathroom???
Anyways, he shows up and this look of horror crosses his face... I immediately hop down from the ledge of the bath totally convinced he has seen some sort of bug. I'm searching with panic for this scary thing he is looking at and I realize he is staring at my hand. I am going to preface this next comment and state that Drew DOES NOT curse, not even in the slightest. He looks at me and then my hand again and says...
Drew- "What the hell are you doing?"
Me- "ummm cleaning the bathroom?"
He looks at my hand again and says "Why are you using my Philies Rally Towel?"
Me- "I thought it was a rag??"
Drew "That is my Phillies Rally Towel from the 2008 season(when they won the World Series)... come on that is NOT a rag!"
So I waited for him to leave the bathroom, slowly walked down to the washer and started a new load with his coveted Phillies Rally towel. I wonder if he noticed that I used extra snuggle fabric softener in that load?
All you Phillies fans, I completely understand my mistake now and I have learned my lesson... I will never ever subject the Phillies Rag, oops, I mean Towel to such low standards ever again. Promise!
I asked Drew if he would clean the bathroom, after several hours of waiting on him to do it I decided to take matters into my own hands. I sprayed "scrubbing bubbles" (we do the work for you) cleaning spray all over the bathtub and started my 3 minute wait. Like I said it does the work for you! ha! I realized I did not have a rag to wipe the scrubbing bubbles off so I ran (yeah actually ran) to the hall closet (6 feet away) and grabbed the first rag I saw. About five minutes into wiping down the bathtub, dear husband shows up to give me pointers on how to clean the bathroom. Thanks for showing up when I am almost done cleaning, where were you two hours ago when I asked if you would clean the bathroom???
Anyways, he shows up and this look of horror crosses his face... I immediately hop down from the ledge of the bath totally convinced he has seen some sort of bug. I'm searching with panic for this scary thing he is looking at and I realize he is staring at my hand. I am going to preface this next comment and state that Drew DOES NOT curse, not even in the slightest. He looks at me and then my hand again and says...
Drew- "What the hell are you doing?"
Me- "ummm cleaning the bathroom?"
He looks at my hand again and says "Why are you using my Philies Rally Towel?"
Me- "I thought it was a rag??"
Drew "That is my Phillies Rally Towel from the 2008 season(when they won the World Series)... come on that is NOT a rag!"
So I waited for him to leave the bathroom, slowly walked down to the washer and started a new load with his coveted Phillies Rally towel. I wonder if he noticed that I used extra snuggle fabric softener in that load?
All you Phillies fans, I completely understand my mistake now and I have learned my lesson... I will never ever subject the Phillies Rag, oops, I mean Towel to such low standards ever again. Promise!
2 am
For those of you who have been reading this blog since the beginning, you know that I spent the last year and a half in the South for a school. As of this month I AM BACK NORTH! hooray! Not that I didn't love all that the South had to offer, but I prefer the North.
However, moving back is an ordeal in itself... please note that Husband has been living as a bachelor (oh, me too) up here for some time. He (and me) is very set in his routine, especially when it comes to the "right before bed" routine. Teeth brushing-normal, face washing-normal, all that other stuff- normal. It's the next part that gets tough to decide whose "way" is better.
We have baseboard heating in each room, so I like to turn the heater to ehhhh 70 (I mean it IS 20 degrees outside). Husband likes it cold, really cold. The kind of cold you need 6 blankets just to keep from getting frost-bite. I think the other night I saw my breath, or a ghost, I was nearing hypothermia so I am not exactly sure. We tried (are still using) a DUAL control heated mattress pad (whoever invented that should get some sort of medal-genius). I usually have mine on high and my dearest husband has his off. Poor guy still gets hot, because the heat from mine radiates through the whole bed.
So, the past couple of nights we put the heat (or lack of heat) the way he wanted... Icicles on my eyelashes, fingers numb until two in the afternoon the next day, and I am pretty sure "Buddy the Elf" stopped by mistake-thinking it was the North Pole. BUT we did it his way. Eventually, I did fall asleep and husband slept like a dog laying in his favorite sunny spot (weird dog reference from the weird dog person).
Tonight we put the heat where I wanted it... 70 degrees and sunny! It was glorious, for the first three hours. Until I realized that he was NOT the only one that enjoys the arctic tundra to sleep in. As I type in our 70 degree room, the dogs are snoring LOUDLY and they have changed positions so many times that they are both now by the door, far away from the heater. My husband is breathing heavily, he seems to be gasping for air in the pleasant tropic I have created. All this noise, I can't sleep, not to mention I feel guilty for their poor night of sleep.
Oh beautiful Hawaiian Tropic it looks as though I will not see you until summer. It's 2am, time to hop back on the Polar Express, back under 6 blankets and enjoy my side of the heated mattress pad, on high of course!
However, moving back is an ordeal in itself... please note that Husband has been living as a bachelor (oh, me too) up here for some time. He (and me) is very set in his routine, especially when it comes to the "right before bed" routine. Teeth brushing-normal, face washing-normal, all that other stuff- normal. It's the next part that gets tough to decide whose "way" is better.
We have baseboard heating in each room, so I like to turn the heater to ehhhh 70 (I mean it IS 20 degrees outside). Husband likes it cold, really cold. The kind of cold you need 6 blankets just to keep from getting frost-bite. I think the other night I saw my breath, or a ghost, I was nearing hypothermia so I am not exactly sure. We tried (are still using) a DUAL control heated mattress pad (whoever invented that should get some sort of medal-genius). I usually have mine on high and my dearest husband has his off. Poor guy still gets hot, because the heat from mine radiates through the whole bed.
So, the past couple of nights we put the heat (or lack of heat) the way he wanted... Icicles on my eyelashes, fingers numb until two in the afternoon the next day, and I am pretty sure "Buddy the Elf" stopped by mistake-thinking it was the North Pole. BUT we did it his way. Eventually, I did fall asleep and husband slept like a dog laying in his favorite sunny spot (weird dog reference from the weird dog person).
Tonight we put the heat where I wanted it... 70 degrees and sunny! It was glorious, for the first three hours. Until I realized that he was NOT the only one that enjoys the arctic tundra to sleep in. As I type in our 70 degree room, the dogs are snoring LOUDLY and they have changed positions so many times that they are both now by the door, far away from the heater. My husband is breathing heavily, he seems to be gasping for air in the pleasant tropic I have created. All this noise, I can't sleep, not to mention I feel guilty for their poor night of sleep.
Oh beautiful Hawaiian Tropic it looks as though I will not see you until summer. It's 2am, time to hop back on the Polar Express, back under 6 blankets and enjoy my side of the heated mattress pad, on high of course!
