Now, let's all read the next part here with some understanding. I have two dogs, a cat, an 18 month old and a husband. So I was kneeling on the ground cleaning up bananas and graham crackers smushed into the rug when I got a little too close and got a big whiff of something. It wasn't utterly fowl, just stinky. I realized it was my rug. I bought this baby off craigslist for $100 from some lady who had way too much money and traded up rugs like they are toothbrushes. I brought her home, along with her runner sidekick, and shampooed the heck out of it. Hey, fancy or not, I don't know what you people out there do on rugs... When I was done, I sniffed it, rolled on it, layed on it, practically slept on it to make sure it didn't smell. Satisfied, I put it on my floor and let Jack near it. Now here we are a couple years and a move later, and I think it's about time to retire the old girl. She smells like kids, dogs, and husbands.
I tell Bobby that it may be time to replace the rug within the year and he
Well I finally get him to calm down, and as long I don't mention the letters R-U-G in that order we should avoid all stress related injuries. One day he'll just come home to a new rug, ask where it came from, and I'll remind him that we both agreed it was time for a new rug. And then I'll tell him I had a coupon. Because he always tells me as long as I have a coupon, it's ok to buy it...
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