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[grimalkinrn]

Tonight I was cleaning the house and John made a straight retreat for the garage. I called him on it. Then he said he was going to clean off his side of the dining room table by paying bills (I actually pay more of the bills than he does). I called him on that and pointed out that I have asked him to take his shoes upstairs since we came home from Ireland, and he did. After he did that, he vacuumed the stairs. Vacuuming our Victorian staircase is dangerous for me because of my balance issues. He agreed to come upstairs later to help clean our bedroom.

Big. Fucking. Deal.

And it only took a minor hissy fit. He has no idea about the level of hissy I am prepared to unleash.