CC is a big whiner when it comes to cleaning the house. She will cook, and elaborately so if she has the time (last night's dinner was baked trout with garlic-basil sauce,) but she hates to clean.
She has done some work during the week on making the house less cluttery, so she is somewhat less than thrilled when the CSO wants to work on the house all weekend.
This afternoon, the CSO says,
"OK, I'll do some laundry, why don't you work on the kitchen?"
"Aww! But I don't wanna!" (OK, I didn't say it exactly like that. But I'm sure I whined.)
"Oh," the CSO said, putting a dramatic sob into his voice. "Well...if you
really...don't...want to," sniffle "I guess...I'll do it all...myself."
"Ha!" CC said, snuggling up to him. "Well, I'll have you know that I wasn't raised Catholic, so that guilt stuff won't work on me."
"You were raised Presbyterian"" he said, taking my hands in his "Well, we'd like to appoint you to the 'Clean the damn house' committee. I know it's a big honor and you're welcome. Now, it won't be a really big time commitment, not at all. Please don't say "no," I already have you signed up..."
Oh, maybe you had to be there.