Over the last week or so I've been telling the old man that it's time to get off his ass and help me clean the house. He yes' me to death then does nothing. SO - today I snapped, the place HAD to be cleaned. I grabbed a couple hours sleep when I got in from work then started cleaning up in my usual ADHD fashion. I then changed into my tight sexy capris (his favorite pair) and a spaghetti strap tank top (his other favorite), picked up the kids and started cleaning again. He came home as I was cleaning the bathroom and doing laundry (washer and dryer are in the bathroom). He pops in and is all "ooooo, heya sexy - come here and give me a kiss" I look him dead in the eye and say "I'm too busy cleaning" and turn away and keep doing what I'm doing. (I should add that I shot him one of those "I'm also busy plotting you're iminent demise" looks)He tears ass into the kitchen and cleaned from top to bottom! He even scrubbed the floor! Then, when all was said and done, I let him rub my ass and play with "the girls" while the kids splashed in the tub. I think it was a pretty fair trade!Oh, I should mention that, when I got up for work, he was shampooing the carpets. Boobies rule the world (and tight jeans are their executive assistants!)

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