I woke up feeling good, so I decided to give the living room/dining room a much-needed cleaning. I’m talking on my hands and knees, getting every nook and cranny cleaning. After I finish, I sit on the couch hoping to rest for a bit.

No “Deep Couching Sitting” Here.

Well, her Majesty wasn’t having it. Action comes out of her room, looks at my handiwork and disappears into her room again. Do you know this Bama came back, yelling like the Warrior Princess Xena, with a basket full of toys and her Cheerio dispenser and in 90 minutes time proceeded to make it look like I didn’t clean a damn thing? Even when my wife came in, she was like, ” I thought you said you were gonna clean today?”

FML.