Chores

“Diana, would you empty the dishwasher, please? I got the upstairs bathrooms clean and want to finish the downstairs one.”
“Sure, Hon.” //rattle, rattle, rattle, crash, rattle, rattle//
“You’re a good wife.”
“I know.”
“Stack the silverware right.”
“I know how to put dishes away, dammit!”
“Okay. Fine.”

Over the years, this is how she has slowly and systematically manipulated me into taking over all of the household chores.

 

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