H: "Garam habis, yang? Can you get me some salt?"
Me: "Oh yaa I finished it just now. Wait, I'll get a new pack from the pantry. Don't move around the kitchen floor! I just mopped it!"
Salt in hand...
Me: "Here, catch, baby!"
H: "No don't throw!! It might hit the fan and nanti the garam might burst and there'll be garam all over!"
Me: "Huahauahauuaaaa... yeah right! I'm not that bad, you know!"
Guess what happened next?
No, you don't get any prizes for a correct guess.
Suffice to say, our kitchen looked like it snowed salt and today the floors look and feel like the floors of a beach-side resort; smudgy and sticky.
I have to say, my beloved is a gem. He didn't even scold or cuss at me. He stood there, bathed in salt, and laughed himself silly. Then he proceeded to clean the kitchen with no complains.
I got me a gem indeed.
Picture taken one day after my second spinal surgery, when H brought Gib visiting at the hospital ward (May 2008).
2 comments:
hahaha.. indeed he is so sweet to some more clean the kitchen!!
teheehee, this is so totally cute la babe! intan payung betui..
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