Wednesday, September 2, 2009

This situation is a time-honored tradition.

The DNB hasn't been paying attention to me all day, and it's getting old.

I finally I convince him to play Mario Kart, which should have been easier since he's the tiniest bit better at it than I am. YES I ADMITTED IT. But I'm better looking.

We take a quick break to feed the Buds, and as I let them back in the house and sit down in the living room, I realize the DNB has disappeared.

"Hey, where are you?" I call.

"Out here!" he shouts from outside. I'm not even kidding, he is standing on the air conditioner unit with a roll of towels.

"What in the world are you doing?" I ask.

"Cleaning the windows!" he shouts back happily.

"Are you serious? You started a project in the middle of our spending time together?"

"It'll be fast," he promises. Famous last words.

Needing to entertain myself, I play about a hundred rounds of Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. Eventually, the DNB's been gone so long that I go to check on him.

He's now cleaning the window ledges with a kitchen scrubber.

"First, this was supposed to be fast. Second, I feel like you somehow started an ADDITIONAL PROJECT," I tell him.

"Well I got done, and you were playing your game, so I decided to clean the ledges." He seems confused as to why this might be a problem.

"I WAS ONLY PLAYING THE GAME TO KILL TIME UNTIL YOU FINISHED YOUR FIRST PROJECT."

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