I was on the phone my with wonderful gal pal Donna, complaining that my boyfriend, Wilhelm, never does the dishes. All of a sudden, I hear the water in the kitchen sink running. I thought to myself :
“He probably feels badly and is doing the dishes in some male attempt to prove me wrong.”
So I continued yapping away.
I got off the phone and went into the kitchen to find this:
For anyone that has ever been to my house, you know that this is considered a clean kitchen. The floors were devoid of dirt, food and cat litter. The sink was free of dishes and CLEAN!
“Thank you babe!” I proclaimed “What did you use to do this?!” I asked him
He silently held up the bottle of Dr. Bronner’s.
“Wait! But how did you know how to use this stuff??” I asked baffled
“I just added water!” He said rolling his eyes at me.
Guys think about things so simply. Here I am agonizing over how many words there are on that darn bottle. Meanwhile, Wil just busts it open and starts cleaning. Perhaps my overly analytical nature is not an asset all the time.