I’m a water snob. Yep, I said it. I will stand at the fridge with the door wide open like the teenager I am at heart and evaluate my non-water options. Yanno, like wine. I usually opt for wine since it’s practically water. And delicious. And it gives me wings.
The kind of wings that make you vow to ‘never again’, if ya know whaddya mean.
That being said, you should know my fancy faucet called for a bigger hole in our dinosaur of a sink. (No, that is NOT what she said.) Which required a diamond tip grinding wheel and a file. No big deal for handy husbands.
It didn’t need as much as the reverse osmosis
we he installed some months ago, but our cleaning supplies did get an overhaul. And so did the pile of wet rags he insists belong down there. As well as the three bottles of spray that all do the same thing. It makes no sense to me but I also don’t say anything because that is his domain.
I prefer to fly under the radar when it comes to chores.
Yes, I will clean the sink. Dirty sinks sans dirty dishes are disgusting. I can’t. Just, no. Keep your sink clean.
(And yes, that IS what she said.)