Sunday, February 26, 2006

What?

"What are you doing?"

He glanced up to where she was sitting on the bed. "I spilled jelly on the floor."

"Wipe it up."

"Oh, I am." He spit on the floor again. "I don't want to leave the floor sticky." He rubbed the spit across the remaining jelly with with a crumpled paper towel.

Lee looked up in surprise at the sound of exasperation in her voice. "I mean, use a sponge, for crissakes, not saliva! God, how guy can you be?"

"What?" He wadded up the paper towel with a flourish. "See?" He patted the floor. "Not sticky."

"You disgust me."

"What?" He was looking at her now.

She wrinkled her nose. "It's unsanitary is what."

"No. This would be unsanitary." He flicked a blob of jelly off the half-eaten piece of toast onto the floor. Catching her eye, he bent down, slurped it off the floor, then sat back. For good measure he swiped the spot with the still-wadded up paper towel. "Oh, I think I got a cat hair." He fished around his lips with his fingers. "Got it!" He looked back at Jen.

"What?"

3 comments:

monkey 0 said...

oh, yeah. that's the way to get the ladies.

Bones said...

Hey, he cleaned it up....what?

azuremonkey said...

Your guy so beats my couch potato guys. Ewwww! I shouldn't talk though; I do the same thing. Not licking stuff off the floor (again, eww), but hey, saliva will clean anything.

What?