Scrubby scrub scrub

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.

Scrubby thing

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.

“Hon, maybe these weren’t such a good idea. I think I’m being stalked.”

His response was reminiscent of Duck Dynasty. Enough said.

“Things are getting creepy hon.”

He said, “Don’t let them get wet, they multiply.”

“Our food is in jeopardy.”

To which he so lovingly replied, “Your inner self has morphed into this huh? You better watch out.”

“This is where I draw the line. Shit just got real.”

He says, “Feed me, feed me, feed me.” (These are my Keurig k-cups we’re talking about here!)

“I’m afraid it’s too late for Willow. The eye of the tiger, errrr, the eye of the sponge, got her.”

My husband – “Wtf?”

“Willow I am your fathaaaaa.”

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.”

“Say what?????”

Now I’m thinking maybe I should take scrubby on vacation……………….