Division of Labor
First, you can tell Michael is married, because he did not wear this shirt to work today to deal with the overwrought parents of freshmen.
Second, as I was cleaning the house this morning, I discovered Michael and I have a distinct division of labor.
Which is why I didn’t know where the power switch was on the vacuum.
In my defense we have a single rug upstairs, everything else is hardwood and linoleum. So we don’t vacuum a lot.
But still.
