Somehow I talked Scott into vacuuming the bedroom. If I remember how I did it, I shall bottle it and harness it.
He walks over to the vacuum and begins singing Joan Jett. After too many Mick Jagger/Axl Rose impressions, I say "don't forget to vacuum the far side of the bed". He stops, looks and says "I never said I was going to do it".
So..you know what happened:
And the he starts singing again, stops, then says "I was just doing a mike check!!"
Aahhh, the sweet sounds of clean carpet going on...
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