He swept me off my feet…

Today, while I was in the kitchen, Jeff filled up a bowl with water and without a word took it into my bedroom. Following him in bewilderment, I said, “What are you doing?”

He proceeded to dump out the bowl in several places on my floor, each time loudly yelling “Ah-hooooh! Aw-huh! Agh-uaaaah!” with great flourish.

As I stared at my wet floor, I wondered where I ever found such a weird boyfriend who’s so prone to inconveniencing me.

Then, from the corner of the room, he pulled out a Swiffer he had secretly acquired from a friend who’s moving out of Beijing, and began to sweep it grandly about the room, meanwhile still making his “aha!” noises.

I think he may need more socialization and stimuli.

3 thoughts on “He swept me off my feet…

  1. I completely understand. You should have seen me when we got a new Swiffer Wet Jet. Pure joy. I can only imagine Jeff’s reaction.

  2. Apparently, this particular swiffer is supposed to be a wetjet, but the actual wetjet attachment isn’t on it. That’s China for you.

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