Yesterday was the guy’s birthday. After dinner, he started bustling around in the kitchen.
Me: Don’t clean up! I’ll do it.
Him: No, I have to. I can’t get out of practice, because then tomorrow will be weird.
Hehe!!! I’m so lucky.
(I still did clean up most of it, though I stopped when my fingers got prune-y because I can’t stand to touch anything when my fingers are wrinkled like that… it feels too gross.)
Check out: How to get your man to wash dishes.