so yesterday morning, as i was lying in bed, still in my sleep coma, Sean was up and getting ready for the day. i wasn't feeling too well, but that had nothing to do with why i still wanted to be in bed.
Sean was in the bathroom, with the door wide open. i have the perfect view from where i lay in bed to the bathroom. i think he was primping his hair, or something feminine like that, when suddenly i hear this flicking noise. i couldn't figure out what it was. to my dismay, i discovered that he was flossing his teeth. yes. flossing. his. teeth.
way to one up me Sean. in the whole time i have known him, i have never seen him floss, or even talk about flossing, or even act like he really cared about flossing. i have flossed a few times. certainly not as much as a i should, but it was more than him. i felt like it was the one thing i had on him, ya know?
he does all the laundry, cooking, cleaning, assertiveness type responisble stuff, and i floss about once every two months. i had that on him. it was my thing. so he flossed yesterday? big deal. i tried to block it out. not make a big deal out of it. i was hoping this would just be a one time occurrence.
boy was i wrong. today he flossed with the door shut. that little sneak! i didn't know that he had. but he left for work, and left the evidence in the toilet. what? he thinks he can fool me? who does he think he is dealing with? you wanna go Sean? you wanna go?
i don't even wanna floss anymore. it's lost his luster. not that it really had luster before, but you know what i mean? you win Sean. you can be the better flosser in the house. i don't even care anymore. i hope you and your minty waxy peice of string have a good life together.