So I like to keep a tidy house. (Maybe sometimes TOO tidy.) But whatever, I like it to be clean becuase you never know when someone is coming over; it would be embarassing for me to have dust on the picture frames if one of you just dropped by for tea and crumpets.
I really don’t like clothes laying on the floor. Clothes belong in one of three place:
- In the drawer
- On your body
- In the hamper
As you can see, THE FLOOR is not one of the options.
Last night, I was plumb tuckered out. It had been a long day and, after our walk with Henry, I virtually fell into bed where I attempted to read a chapter or two of P&P before falling asleep. I only made it through one chapter (the one where Jane winds up at Netherfield due to a cold and fever after riding there in the rain) and konked out.
But I forgot my clothes on the floor.
This morning, as I was brushing my teeth over our sink with a VERY CLOGGED DRAIN, I heard a gasp from the bedroom.
“JENNA! You left your clothes on the floor!” Joey came running into the bathroom with a look on his face that registered somewhere between shock and awe.
“Uh, yeah. I forgot about them,” I hedged.
“Should I do to you like you do to me when I leave my clothes in the study?” He asked.
(I always wonder HOW his clothes get in the study in the first place. I mean, we have a huge picture window in that room, and…whatever. I’m not thinking about it anymore.)
“Sure, finefinefine, go ahead,” I mumbled.
Joey looked really excited and ran into the bedroom.
“JENNA!” He hollered. “WHY are your CLOTHES on the FLOOR?!”
He has me down pretty good.
“Because I forgot them there!” I wailed.
“Ok, now I’m going to do your passive aggressive one. You ready?” Joey came into the bathroom.
“Sure, finefinefine…”
“Jenna, your clothes are on the floor.” Joey said, monotone.
I just looked at him.
“I feel so much better now,” Joey said, and grabbed his towel so he could (finally) take a shower.
On the drive in this morning, he asked, “So, did you pick your clothes up?”
“Yes, gosh.” I said.
