Sunday Morning

It's a rainy Sunday, almost my favourite kind of day.

Of course, that means cleaning day, always on a Sunday morning.

Sam gets to dusting, and throwing looks at me still on the couch.

He moves everything, including my laptop, off the coffee table to clean it.

He continues to throw looks, I continue to pretend not to see them.

Once Sam is done with the dusting downstairs he heads upstairs, on his way he finally says, "Do the vacuuming."

Then he disappears upstairs to clean our bedroom and the bathroom.

Moments later, I get to my feet. Get it over and done with, I think.

I'm clearly serious about the vacuuming this morning, as I break out the full sized Dyson vacuum. I have been using the shit LG stick vacuum, but it really is a useless pile of shit.

I select Tina Turner live in my headphones. Addicted to love starts to play. Tina starts to sing.