Thursday, September 15, 2011

Tom relaxing equates to ceiling fan cleaning

I went to the gym and told Tom I wanted him to relax while I was gone.

I came home to him standing on our bed, wiping the dust from the blades of our ceiling fan.

Me: "I thought I told you to relax."

Tom: "I am relaxing."

Somehow, I believe him 100 percent.

Be very jealous, ladies.