\u00a0 \u00a0 I know that everyone washes their house, or at the very least hires someone to wash it for them.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Well, in this Southern household where equality reigns supreme (giggling here), Hubby is the house washer. I had a visit earlier in the day from my very first best friend, who I had not seen in several years, and, after she left, he asked me to help him finish washing the house.<\/p>\n

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Of course, I said yes with a huge smile on face, but that wasn\u2019t really what I had in mind for an afternoon activity. So, like the good little Southern wife that I claim to be, I went grudgingly out to help.<\/p>\n

This is what happened. Hubby did not want me spraying the mixture that he had concocted onto the house\u2026because he wanted it done right.<\/p>\n

Hubby did not let me use the scrub brush to make sure all the nooks and crannies were suds properly\u2026because he wanted it done right.<\/p>\n

Hubby did not let me rinse the house\u2026because he wanted to make sure that all of the concoction was rinsed off \u2013 the right way.<\/p>\n

So what was I doing all this time? I was helping, of course! I was sitting on a bench (which I kept moving so I didn\u2019t get wet) watching Hubby wash the house. Pardon me \u2013 watching Hubby wash the house \u201cthe right way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then, he informed me that he didn’t have to take a bath tonight because he had already been wet, cloroxed, and rinsed. Ummmm<\/p>\n

I suppose if I had to guess what my part in \u201cwashing the house\u201d was, it was simply to keep Hubby company, at which I excelled.<\/p>\n

Has anyone else had this experience?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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