True story: my wife told me I was perfect. Cross my heart and hope to die, she absolutely said that. She was getting after me one day for some nothing again, probably $5 she thinks I shouldn't have spent, WHILE I WAS DOING DISHES. I started laughing at her and she was like why can't you take this seriously? I say that you are the only woman in the known galaxies that will yell at her husband while he does the dishes, I'm gonna vacuum next, can you wait till after that? She starts laughing too at that point and tells me that I'm perfect.
I don't mind doing housework at all and it's totally her love language, so that works out good.
My main chore each weekday as HB1 ( house bitch 1)
Is laundry...
Pop it in the washer.
Go do whatever for however long.
Get home pop it in the dryer.
Throw it in the basket, put it upstairs.
She dont want me folding it, I dont do it right🤷♂️🥴👍👍👍
Then its her OCD daily cleaning the house rountine for her when she comes home from work.
Cant bust khans chops about a clean house.
Planet of the apes forbidden zone for me and dogs upstairs while that is going on.😬😬😬😄😄😄
The swifter pad thingamabob company and vacumn manufacturers love Khan.
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