Ok, here's how it went down. Remember we live in a house that is a year and a half old. I work around the clock cleaning it as it is pretty big. I like it to look nice so it's my "thing." You can always find me cleaning or polishing something. I kind of enjoy it. But I don't need any more work.
Buzz is notorious for slopping, spilling, just mucking things up in general. Saturday night, we're eating dinner and he spills on his shirt and begs me to hit it with the Wine Away. So I stop my dinner and work to get the stain out.
Sunday night, we're eating dinner and he spills on his shirt and begs me to hit it with the Wine Away. So I stop my dinner and work to get the stain out. Wine Away works for everything-not just wine.
Then later, we're watching t.v. and crash, splash, "Oops!! Lin!!! Help!!" We have these cup holders built into the couch. He knocked his glass of wine over, out of the cup holder and it's everywhere. There's a pattern here....
So Monday night. It's Christmas Eve. The kids are in bed, sleeping away, waiting for Santa. We're staying up too late, sharing some wine, enjoying the quiet. We watch one too many t.v. shows and I suggest we hit the sack. Got a big day the next day.
I start loading stuff up to carry upstairs-our snacks, my wine glass, etc. My hands are totally full so I ask Buz to get the wine bottle that we didn't finish. Now you know where this is going. He gripes about it, but I ignore him. I zip up the stairs, not knowing or realizing I've left a bumbling, stumbling buffoon in my wake. He yells out, "I got too much stuff." I start to walk towards him to help him, and he yells out, all slurry, "I'm falling down, I'm falling down!!!"
Crash. Wine everywhere all over the stairs and wall. I was soooo irritated, not just b/c he spilled, but the past few days I've been cleaning up his spills!!
I snap at him to just give me the stuff he's carrying and I put it on the counter, then I grab the Wine Away again and some rags again. I start working on the spillage, while Buzz stands there asking, "What can I do?" Remember that old cartoon where the big bear creature wants a kitten (or some small animal) and he says, "He'll love it and hug it and pet it." That's what Buzz was sounding like. All dopey, drunk and dumb.
"What can I do???"
"Just go to bed."
"Aw, don't be mad at me Lin."
"Too late."
"What can I do?" I look up at him and he's got this goofy grin on his face, and has somehow managed to get one of his teeth to show, but only one.
"Just go to bed."
I got most of it cleaned up, but I did notice 4 little spots this morning that I missed so I got that up. Repainted the wall and all appears to be back to normal.
That night, though, I woke up in the middle of the night and Buzz was holding my hand! Must've felt guilty. He's such a joy.... This was the 883rd time I wanted to seriously hurt him in 14 years!!
