Best Sweep This Stupidity Under The Carpet

(There’s some stains on our carpet. I decide it needs washing so borrow a carpet cleaner from my mother. All she could find was the small hand held shampooing attachment. I am crawling around the carpet on my hands and knees to use it.)

Husband: “What are you doing?”

Me: “Washing the carpet.”

(He stands at the door watching me do it. I finally finish and leave the carpet to dry.)

Husband: *who hates getting any part of his clothes wet* “Oh, oh, my socks are wet. My socks are wet.”

Me: “What did you do?”

Husband: “I took my shoes off and walked into the bedroom; how did my socks get wet?”.

Me: “I washed the carpet.”

Husband: “How was I to know the carpet was wet?”

Me: “You WATCHED me.”

Husband: “You didn’t tell me it would be wet.”

Me: “You saw what I was doing.”

Husband: “How was I to know?”