Friday, November 2
The Power of Suggestion
I overslept a bit this morning. When I peered over the covers, past the overgrown hibicus at the end of the bed, to look at the digital numbers on the clock over by the dresser, I saw 6:56.
That meant changing the schedule. I wouldn't have time to post.. or read blogs.. or spend that hour in front of the computer before rushing off to the shower.
I did what I had to do, though and woke JB at 7:22.
He didn't seem in all that big of a rush, and after further inquiry I discovered he would be home for the day.
My mother didn't raise a fool. I seized the opportunity.
I told him since I had school and he would be home, why not help me out a bit? I suggested he mop the kitchen floor, clean the bathroom and vacuum the living room. After all, Friday Night Get-Together was at OUR house this week. All these things I would need to do when I got home from school.
I went off to school.
When I phoned after Biology class today, I asked JB how his morning went. He told me he just got through mopping the kitchen floor...