The Boy will learn that what goes around comes around. Today, I came home to find a family-sized package of Lever 2000 on my bed. If you read Irish Spring, you'd know that our apartment didn't actually need new soap until 2007, but there it was, a whole package of Lever 2000 on my bed. This, from the brother who says he doesn't read my blog.
Cicada: So... There's Lever 2000 on my bed. I didn't think we needed soap. Did you read my blog?
The Boy: Yeah, I read your blog.
Cicada: You know I was only joking, right? You really didn't have to go out and buy new soap.
The Boy: Yeah, I know. But I realized you were right. It really does smell like old man! In any case, we won't have to buy soap again for a very, very long time.
So since my brother is the sweetest boy alive, I did him a favor tonight. On his way out the door to work, he noticed that Brother 2 had left his dinner leftovers on our stove. The Boy didn't have time to put them into Tupperware and into the fridge himself, so he asked me to do it. I really did not want to remove myself from the couch all night (indeed, it's where I'm sleeping tonight) but my motivation finally came when I remembered the soap on my bed. I got up, and lovingly put the leftovers in a tupperware container and put them in the fridge.
In related news, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm experiencing a little bit of karma here myself. For the first time in my history of blogging, a post has gone more than 24 hours without comment. Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that I haven't been diligent about reading and/or commenting on everyone else's blog... Or maybe it wasn't even remotely an exciting post. I'll try to post pictures of me in a bikini next time. Hopefully that will generate some feedback.
7 comments:
Aww . . . what a nice The Boy you have. And now that's 4,000 parts in your house that will be clean and not smelling of old Darby O'Gill-type men. Yay for you!
I have a friend who wears old-man cologne. It's a bit distracting, and colors how I treat him.
I congratulate you on no longer smelling like old man. Good job, the Boy.
The lack of comment thing? I think it is that time of year...the lazy time. People are reading, but not commenting - I noticed the same thing chez-moi.
You amuse me! That's a good thing...so don't worry about whether or not people fail to comment...at least we're reading and thinking about your insights into this life! Keep up the great observational skills!
I wanted to comment on your last post, really. But Lola was here. So I couldn't.
Today it's different. She has resolved to make this a no-crying day. So I'm testing her. (Evil laugh.)
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You ARE tops!
I don't know if getting off the couch to do a 2 minute job should really count as doing a big favor. I think you still owe the boy. So says brother 1.
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