Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Fair Labor Standards Act

Normally, Larry and I commute in together. He drops me off at work and then continues on to his job.

Since we have a baseball game tonight and are flying out to Portland, ME first thing in the morning (if you know of any good restaurants, leave them in the comments), I decided to drive into work this morning.

This afternoon, I got home and ran around to get all my chores done before heading to the ball game. I called him to verify the house keys were given to the dog sitter.

"Yep," he says, "She's got them. (pause) So what are you doing?"

"Well, I've fed the dogs, opened & processed the mail, made coffee for tomorrow, cleaned & fed the birds, changed, folded the clothes, packed the suitcase and watered all the plants."

"That's great. I stayed at home late this morning and did stuff too. I watered the lawn for 90 minutes."

I thought about this for a moment. "Did you actually take the nozzle and aim it at the grass or did you use the sprinkler?"

"The sprinkler,"
he said.

"Okay babe, then you didn't really water the yard. You turned on the hose."

Now he thought for a moment. "That's what I said."

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Blogger Papa Bradstein said...

You must go to Tandoor. When Mama gets home, I'll ask her if there are any others.

7:23 PM  
Blogger Papa Bradstein said...

OK, now I've read the rest of the post--I had to make sure I got you to Tandoor before I forgot or life intervened--and let me just say that I love Larry.

And you, because that's what I would have done when I got home.

7:26 PM  
Blogger Yondalla said...

When we were first married and doing chores I would sometimes see Hubby sitting on the sofa with a magazine. I would ask him what he was doing and he would say, with perfect seriousness, "I'm doing the laundry."

8:18 PM  
Blogger Bacchus said...

This is us. On a daily basis.

We both sat here laughing and pointing the finger at each other.

3:52 AM  
Blogger The Brian said...

I laugh and point the finger at Bacchus as well.

3:26 PM  
Blogger Crazy Computer Dad said...

I needed a laugh, and this was a good one. Sounds like the conversations I have with my son only it is a nice change to see it happens with other people too.

I lived in Kittery, ME in 1991. I can't remember how far from Portland that is, but it is on the coast and the Weather Vane was a pretty nice restaurant. Lobster was OMG cheap there.

Have a great trip.

9:06 PM  
Blogger georgia said...

Thank goodness it's not just us! Almost cried because this chore thing happens all the time. Last night I finally got so tired of his clothes all over the floor that I put them all in the middle of the living room so when he gets home today (out all night with the guys - 'nother issue) all he'll see is his entire wardrobe sitting there. At least now I can 1) see my bedroom floor and 2) finally call maintenance to fix the broken AC. Oh and 3) scare the crap out of him that he's being kicked out and needs to get his butt in gear :)

9:35 AM  

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