Today Dean borrowed the neighbors pressure washer to get some much needed clean-up done. I watched through the window as he made horrible swirly marks on the cement and the wood deck.
I would need to show him how to make controlled, straight lines without leaving any gaps, (in other words, no stripes!) on the surface being cleaned.
He handed me the wand with a slight huff, knowing there was really no point in arguing with me.
He almost didn't get the wand back because...well...I like it. I'm now sitting here blogging about it rather than staring at him until he gives up and turns it over to me. So really, I'm doing him a favor by blogging right now. I better get back to work cleaning though or we might have other issues.