Contrary to popular belief, I did not pull a bait-and-switch on Hubber. Before I became his ball-and-chain, I made extra sure that mofo understood that I do not like to cook or clean. I also don't like a messy house. And, I love to eat. So, basically, he was hitting the jackpot!
No problemo, he said, "we're two gainfully employed adults - we can hire help and eat out!" Back in those days, I had a housekeeper to do the dirty work; and I had all the take-out restaurants on speed dial.
Three moves, a few new jobs, two kids and 6 pets later we're eating Ramen noodles and covered in dog hair. Also, our pool needs to be completely drained of funk, our toilets need a good scrubbing and every inch of carpeting needs to be set on fire.
My house looks like shit, y'all. It seems that at some point after reducing my salary considerably, firing my housekeeper, and letting the youngest spawn take over the house, this shit just got away from me. My peeps are lucky to have clean dishes and clothes.
We all know I hate doing laundry. It is a never ending fucking menace.
Me: Hubber, please tell me you have clean panties for work tomorrow.
Hubber: Are you EVER going to do the laundry?
Me: Yes or no, Hubber?
Hubber: If I say no, will you do the laundry?
Me: Probably not. But, I MAY go to Target, in which case, I'll buy you a few new pairs.
Hubber: (rolling eyes) I keep a few spares for times like these.
I think he's on to me. He can outlast me and the spawns when it comes to clean clothes! I wonder if he has a mistress somewhere scrubbing away at his dirty panties in secret? Anything to keep me from making an extra trip to Target. Jackass. I bet he has secret burritos stashed away for days when I don't cook, too!