“Pleeeeease, you call—but here’s exactly what you should say.”
Bossy typically attends to all the tasks in her life with the exception of one: phoning. Or would that be calling? Is phoning the equivalent of saying you itch something instead of scratch something? Is it the equivalent of saying you need to Hoover, instead of vacuum? Bossy isn’t certain, but one thing is clear: she hates the telephone.
And she’s not strictly talking about hideous business calls, placed to companies like Verizon to complain about spotty Internet service. Bossy is even talking about calling her friend Martha.
This is why Bossy pushes the responsibility of all phone-related activity to her husband, where responsibility equals having to wave Bossy away because she is standing right there miming things she wants her husband to say.
Which is what today’s Ten-Word challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you please tell Bossy who performs your dirty work, and what that loathed task is?
Also: “You water the garden because the hose is heavy.”
Nobody does my dirty work. I have to do it.
I do ALL the dirty work around here; including oral.
My husband turns away the persistent candy selling door knockers.
YOU want the lawn mowed and trimmed, YOU do it.
vaccuuming, or should I say Hoovering, My Honey does that.
The boyfriend has superior skill when it comes to poopy-scoopying.
And,
I just want to say, that I am hanging on a thin thread wondering what happened to the family tree.
Between Jason’s “despair” and the foreshadowing of trouble with your family tree, my nerves have lost their patience.
Just saying. 🙂
Putting up clean laundry that is the hubby’s job thankfully.
I despise yardwork so that gets left to hubby. (Everything indoors is my job.) So if we’re in the car and he says, “Hey, look, that woman is mowing the lawn,” I say, “Wow, her husband must scrub toilets.”
Mr. Hallisicle greets the God Squad at our front door.
Hallie
http://wonderfulworldofweiners.blogspot.com/
Also anything even distantly related to the phone. I long to return to the days of two cups and a string. Expectations were lower then.
The boy is “master chief pooper scooper” in our home.
Shoot, I forgot it was a 10-word challenge.
Unfourtunately, I do all my own dirty work these days.
“I cook; therefore, you do the washing up. now, please.”
Does Bossy do my dirty work? I don’t think so.
You wrote, can you please tell Bossy who performs your dirty work…rather, can you please tell Boss who in your family performs the dirty work. Prepositions are like decimals, got to use use all your decimals.
FYI: I say, “Bonk the horn,” “Go make groceries,” “It’s in the Frigidaire.”
Everything automotive falls to hubby. And phonecalls. HATE making phonecalls.
Husband: ALL phone calls, managing “the help” and cat litter
(Help = cleaning person, lawn guy(s), car maintenance, etc. Most of which require a phone call to manage)
husband and I argue who’s going to order pizza (via phone).
Too delicate to handle garbage or dog poop. Got husband?
No one here but me, kids. Guess who does dirtywork.
SPIDER! SPIIIIDER! GET IT! SERIOUSLY! NOW! BUG! BUUUUG! (my husband)
My guy mows my backyard. Because it’s a SUCKY JOB.
Play Cinderella and clean the bathroom dear hubby of mine!
Pumping gas is icky so my Darling Husband does it.
Goldendoodle brushing, which is why she has a crew cut.
If I don’t do dirty work, it doesn’t get done.
Scooping and flushing dead aquarium fish falls to boyfriend. Creepy!
Hubby cooks a healthy dinner every frocking night. Bless him.
Housekeeper, lawn guy, pool guy, handyman, wife – what dirty work?
Husband picks up the dead mouse so I don’t vomit.
Recaro: bins out, teas made, cat litter cleaned. My hero.
Madness performs all work, clean dirty and inbetween, oy vey.
Thankfully, The Old Goat handles all of Asthmagirl’s recycling needs!
I wish someone else would offer to remove the dustbunnies!
Mr. Clean cooks, cleans, mows but won’t do laundry. Dammit.
dirty work…that’s why i had four kids! their jobs!
please kill the bugs, bug man or no sex tonight.
I have never emptied the diaper genie – my husband has done it every week for 16 months. I just can’t handle that weird chain of little packages of poop. He also has to do the dishes when I cook, which isn’t often.
Mom taught me mopping floors is mens’ work. Mistah complies.
I am my own husband; I pay the cleaning lady.
Hate phone calls and cat box but stuck with it.
Unemployed spouse gets all things dog and cat poop related.
My hubby is the designated hound dog waste disposal system.
[sigh] since I am alone, it’s all up to me.
Bad knees, carpeted stairs. Tiny dirt devil, meet 11-year-old daughter!
Ex used to make the calls, now I have to.
The endless chore of dusting goes to my OCD boyfriend!
spouse – cleans kitchen, bathrooms, cat box; does cooking, yard work. yayz!
hubby does the cat box….I do everything else.*
*that’s not entirely true….hubby is a great daddy and does a lot of the wiping up that 3 kids require.
The boyfriend clips the dog’s toenails; she is very squirmy.
Yard work, mowing the yard, doing laundry – all hubby’s jobs!
Hubby does yard work, laundry, and chases away Schwann’s man.
Kate is an idiot who posts twice. She should pre-read.
Unsuccessfully training the cat to mop and clean his litter.
Steam cleaning pet pee definitely the purview of dear hubby.
I’m a fool to do your dirtee work, oh yeah!
My boy wakes up at 6am; my mom rescues us.
Little kids have big poop; hubby gets to use plunger!
I don’t clean up dead mice cat leaves on porch.
Lawn mowing, fish tank cleaning, garbage cans to curb = husband-dear.
PS I had no idea this list was so short…I sure do a lot of stuff around here!
Phones calls and dirty dishes are done by my Hubby!
…That would be me and that is pretty much everything… :o/
Remembering making phone-phobic mother’s calls brings back many memories.
Neighbor does lawn; a cranky spinster, I do the rest.
Husband makes the phone calls, fills the car with gas.
Son does garbage, laundry, daughter does the dishes, I nap.
Husband’s job = telling me how I did ALL jobs wrong.
I never answer the phone. It’s never for me, anyway.
I am my own wife. The buck stops right here.
I live alone so the dirty work usually stays dirty.
I rinse poop from cloth diapers, husband does cat litter.
The Prof mows lawn due to my sneezy nose!
I beg colleagues to sort out all my car problems
Never open door to strangers. Al does that. Or not.
Husband does dishes and cleans cat litter. The perfect man.
My minions are trained in the arts of home-keeping.
(where minions = hubby and kids and home-keeping = ALL the freaking work)
Husband cleans hair clogs from bathtub. Makes me barf. Yuck.
EXACTLY the same phone thing as you! Husband here, too.
No one. There is just me, myself and I, ok.
Hubby is packing up the house so we can move 🙂
(and yep he does all the phone calls cause I’m a chicken)
Superman earns the money. That is dirty work to me.
Huz rinses (gross) the dirty jars and cans for recycling.
My sweet hubby folds laundry that I washed and dried.
I Do! Mostly involves speaking to Hubby’s Homeless Brother!
Dirty work? Chores? Cat box? Wait, I need my dictionary . . .
I perform all of my own dirty work except folding.
Sorry, I didn’t really rock that “ten word” part. Let me try that again:
My wizard husband empties diaper genie’s pleasant packages of poop.
I do ALL work ’round here – in & around toilets, uuugh….
He does the yardwork for cold lemonade and sex. 😀
I don’t mind doing laundry. Putting it away is different.
Whatever dirty work I don’t do simply doesn’t get done.
Clogged toilet. Germy plunger. Poopy water splashing feet. Thanks, Hubby!
Phoning for food or babysitters are done by my other.
Mr Big Butt keeps cupboards, fridge and TP holder filled.
My beautiful bride of 27 years washes my dirty laundry.
I shalt not wash dishes. I cook, he cleans, whew!
Husband is supposed to clean
the cat’s box, but doesn’t.
Honey, we need groceries. More money in my account, please?
Husband takes out trash, cleans litter box, and kills bugs.
Dead bugs in the house? All the husband’s job. Yuck.
Soon it may be me, “hello-one vasectomy please, thanks.”
Spiders? Me. Toilets? No One. Vaccum? Him. All else? Me.
My husband clips my toenails. Otherwise, I’m on my own!
taught kids to do laundry at age nine smart move
Anything car related – me. Thank fook we have no car.
My husband orders the pizza because I am too scared.
I married hubby for valiant duty of killing scary spiders.
Since husband died, I have to do everything myself. SUCKS!
Emptying the dishwasher … BLECH … my dear daughter “gets” that job!
He, outside. Trimming, mowing, sweeping, blowing, cleaning when its 115.
Hate to take out trash. Good thing I have kids.
I carried & birthed child; hubs empties her diaper pail.
(It’s the least he can do; I tell him this as I lift my shirt to show him the stretch marks anytime he balks.)
omg! i hate the phone too! my friends call instead.
My freak kids attend to the dirty work I loathe.
Katy
http://mynutvillage.com/
Kills bugs, disposes of carcasses. Takes trash to curb. Husband.
rodent dispatch and removal
is why I married you honey
Faith No More summed it up nicely:
“And it’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.”
I’m that someone.
My kids do litter box detail or the cats go.
The toilets – I pay someone to clean all of them.
MOI…
But I’m taking applications.
I handle the throw up, you clean up the blood.
http://www.swirlgirlspearls.blogspot.com
The dishwasher. I’m stuck with it. The girls should learn.
I do the dirty work, didn’t know there were options!
Ta da 🙂
Jenna. Please answer the call of these tense yearning loins.
My husband handles all the raw meat. Hee hee hee.
[This 10 word thing is a blast. Is it kind of a blogging convention or a Bossy invention? I wanna steal, but not if it’s, like, yours.]
Shoot me an email & I’ll be your devoted servant:
blackhockeyjesus@yahoo.com
Like you, phone calls. Husband makes ALL my calls…ALL….
I do it! My family is a bunch of wimps!
Husband does dirty work of earning living while I blog.
My husband has to make all returns. I shop like people test drive. I take the stuff home for further consideration and if the purchase gets rejected he does the returning.
Returning any purchases that have been brought home and rejected.
Edit above;
Husband returns puchases that have been brought home and rejected.
Husband puts manure on the lawn. And deals with flies.
He cleans up blood and barf, I get the poop.
http://www.swirlgirlspearls.blogspot.com
Another damn spider crawling on the wall, get it husband!
Hubs = mowing,banking,bill paying,taking garbage out,toilets,mice.
Ten kids and endless dirty work. All of it mine.
“Babe, change the baby NOW or no more bee jays.”
(May also substitute “change the litter” or “empty the trash” or “wash the dishes” or “clean the fridge” or “gimme the remote” or “scratch my back” for “change the baby.” Same threat, in any case.)
My hubs. Getting our son up to pee at night.
I’d rather take an ass whippin’ than answer the phone.
Hubby mows, mops, launders, litterbox, garbage, all for pregnant me. 🙂
He pays bills, I dust. I hate dusting. Need trade!
Boyfriend cooks, cleans, dusts, shops, mops- but he cares!Yippee!
Married to a Brit. He hoovers and phones.
putting away laundry sucks – it sits folded in my room
Single girl, lives alone, must do own dirty work.
Sweeping the kitchen floor – job for my eight-year-old.
I do the dirty work but am hiring a housecleaner!
I pay my 15 year-old son to answer the phone.
I wish that I could get this out of my head…
I’M A FOOL TO DO YOUR DIRTY WORK OH YEAH…
I DON’T WANNA DO YOUR DIRTY WORK NO MORE…
10 words:
Not much dirty work around here, so I do it.
I am in charge of turning away the Jehovah Witnesses.
Petman, because he loves to fight with ATT, Cablevison, etc.
boyfriend MUST clean strainer gunk after i do dishes. ew.
boyfriend MUST clean strainer gunk after i do dishes. ew.
ordering chinese food? i hate it, so john does it.
Hubby cooks dinner every night whilst I’m commuting back home.
I do my dirty work; I clean my own oven.
When the cat has a cling-on, it’s all me. 😛
If there’s dirty work to do, it doesn’t get done.
She sanitizes the “cyberskin” sex toy while I sleep in.
I live alone; I fix and clean and cook happily.
I hate to fold laundry – my engineer husband loves it.
Garbage, laundry, dishes, kitchen, bathroom, bugs, phone calls, wednesdays/fridays dinners.
Ex used to call pizza guy. Now I do.
Me. Me. Me. Me. Me. Everything. Around. Here. Without. Pay.
The toddler has a dirty diaper? Honey it’s your turn!
Habitrail maid and mopeyface destroyer – my husband is a saint.
My ever loving husband does all the god damned laundry! (best 10 words ever!)
I am a feminist who does NOT do boy jobs.
and also:
Hubby runs vacuum (horrid NOISE!) and mops; I scrub bathrooms.
Change the litter box husband dear because it really stinks!
Nobody. The cats adamantly refuse to do their assigned chores.
My husband scoops litter boxes for six cats! Ha! Ha!
Sweet Husband takes my dirty car to the gas station
My husband cleans the litter box.
(only 6 words, do I win a mixer?)
“Do I want a mortgage?” My children take these calls.
I make list..boyfriend goes grocery shopping!!
p.s. I too hate phones.
You are not alone, I too, vehemently despise the phone!
Big butch girl-husband takes out smelly trash bins every Wednesday.
Maybe your should text or IM your friends. You seem to be a pretty prolific writer.
I’m not the only one who refuses to use the damn telephone contraption? Bless you!
My wife does all the heavy work in our house.
Diapers? Litter Boxes? (get the theme?) “Not my job, honey!”
No one. I’m all alone in this regard. Poor me.
Returns to stores are Hubby’s job, I am not responsible.
The floors are horrible. Company is coming. Johnny cleans them.
The cleaning people come and do all the yucky stuff.
If I offer naughty nookie, husband will do nearly anything.
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