The power of the text message

So yesterday I was lamenting about how messy my kitchen still was from the 24th of July. The dishes from the BBQ were still in my sink, because my dishwasher was still full of dishes. (clean of course).

I was half heartedly complaining that it was funny that I HATE to put away the clean dishes and that if someone would just empty the clean dishes, I would load the dishwasher back up.

Brandy being her cute funny self, pulled out her phone and sent Dan a text saying: "If you want to make your wife happy, clean out the dishwasher when you get home." 

I completely forgot about this as the day went by, and when I got home I was just walking in the door when Dan pulled up too. He came into the kitchen, kissed me, and walked right to the dishwasher. He opened it up before I realized what was going on. I laughed and said "Honey, you don't have to do that."  He laughed and told me about the text. Then he proceded to load the dishwasher and set it to was at midnight.

He in his Dan way, said: " Now you can tell Brandy not only did I unload, but I loaded too." He smiled and then asked: " Am I going to be getting a text everyday with a chore to do?"

I laughed and said, I don't know.  HAHAHA. Brandy says at least one a week. Just what is driving me crazy.  Now I guess it's my turn. I should go home and do something.....