on mrs. nice guy's impeccable timing
anyway. mrs. nice guy usually cleans up around the house while mr. nice guy is at the office on saturdays (he works tuesday through saturday. is there nothing more glorious than having every monday free? he thinks not). but. no longer. she being couch-ridden and puke prone, sweeping and scrubbing duties fall to yours truly. don't feel bad for mr. nice guy. he can take it.
or so he thought. just as he was finishing the bathroom -- he put a wicked shine onto the old porcelain throne -- mrs. nice guy came scuttling in. she flipped up the blindingly white lid and ralphed repeatedly into the spotless bowl. after collapsing backwards into mr. nice guy's strong arms, she flushed. closing the lid she ran an exhausted hand across the top of the toilet and said in a weakened voice:
"you missed a spot, right here."
how can mr. nice guy not love this woman?