Noah came home Saturday on an early flight from Toronto. While he promptly hit the hay, I busied myself with cleaning the apartment... the 150 square feet that didn't encompass the room where he was sleeping.
A spotless bathroom and kitchen later, I made my way into the living/dining/bedroom where Noah stirred and admitted, "I have a bit of a guilty conscience."
"Don't worry, sweetie - I don't mind cleaning. I know you're tired."
"No, um... I was going to say I left your scriptures in my hotel room in Toronto."
Lesson learned. Don't guess what you think your spouse should be feeling guilty for.
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I'm sure if you call the hotel you can get them back. You probably knew that already though. :)
Let us know how it turns out.
Oh boys.
For the record, the scriptures are in the mail.
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