The other day, our dogs decide to run through the house with muddy paws. I break out the scrub brush and bucket to clean the floors.
Me, scrubscrubscrub scrub scrub scrubscrub
Joe, calling down from his writing corner upstairs: That sure does sound like a lot of sexy scrubbin goin on down there.
Me: Uhh. I don't know exactly how sexy it is. (pushing stray hairs out of my face with the back of my hand)
Joe: Well, you're on your knees, aren't you?
I could hear the smile in his voice.
Me: Uh-huh. But you know what would be even sexier? If you came down here and helped me.
Joe: Really? Because I was thinking it'd be sexier with you in a french maid outfit.
Me, heavy sigh. scrubscrubscrub