I got a six pack of these neat scrubby things – for the kitchen, bathroom, garage, etc. They work in different ways depending on the temperature of the water they are submerged in.
Today, instead of doing about a dozen other things I wanted to do, I took one of my new scrubby things and proceeded to text the following to my long suffering husband.
His response was reminiscent of Duck Dynasty. Enough said.
He said, “Don’t let them get wet, they multiply.”
To which he so lovingly replied, “Your inner self has morphed into this huh? You better watch out.”
He says, “Feed me, feed me, feed me.” (These are my Keurig k-cups we’re talking about here!)
My husband – “Wtf?”
Fred – “I hope she grabs it and kicks its little yellow ass.”
(Insert several additional Star Wars references here.)
Me: “You never should have married a writer. I’m going to blog about this while thing.”
Now I’m thinking maybe I should take scrubby on vacation……………….