Large S has had the mad vomits today and so I lamented that we didn't have any Lysol to, you know, kills germs the easy way with.
Lady Steed said we did so have Lysol.
Ha ha, I said, mocking her unwarranted certainty.
She told me where, but I didn't bother to look until I was passing by anyway. Sure enough, three new bottles bundled in plastic. So I meaculpaed and started to open them when Lady Steed told me to STOP! We have some already opened!
Ha ha, I said. This is too much.
I have not seen any Lysol in our house in years. In large measure because Lady Steed accused me of buying it to frequently so I stopped using it entirely to . . . makes some sort of point.
But I stopped opening out of respect for marital harmony and Lady Steed disappeared to somewhere (the garage) and returned with two more apparently full Lysol bottles.
So I sprayed down the bathroom.
And, you know what? Maybe I did used to buy too much Lysol.