You tell me.
Exhibit A: It is 102 degrees.
Exhibit B: DH made a little bit of a mess. Which he promptly began to clean up. He ended up getting out the vacuum and I asked him to just go the distance and do the whole living room. I had not yet vacuumed and I reference Exhibit A for the reason.
Mystery Man LOVES to vacuum. And by vacuum, I really mean chase you and try to turn off the beater bar, ride the canister part like a horse, get in your way and just stand there, or unplug it every 30 seconds and bring you the cord. Fun times.
So, there he was, standing in it's way with a sly grin, daring Daddy to vacuum his toes. So Daddy pretended to get his toes. Oh so silly. Ha. Ha.
Then Daddy pretended to get Mommy. Oh so funny. Except he still had the beater bar on. And I had a tank top on. And the vacuum attacked my arm. I think he thought I was mugging for Mystery Man with the first shriek, but eventually figured it out and shut it off. We're talking split seconds here, but long enough for MM to panic and cry because Mommy was getting eaten by the vacuum and long enough for me to become even less pleased with my day.
DH is wisely at Target with the girls right now.
Here's to Tuesday.
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