I had a nice throw rug in my living room that I thought 'tied the room together' nicely, but the mrs thought otherwise and rolled it up and put it in the basement. without my consent btw.
so the other day the baby is sitting there doing his thang when he throws up this monstrous amount of curdled milk that had to been in his belly for at least day or two. for any of yinzers that dont know what curdled milk smells like, just take my word for it thats its PRETTY BAD...
the mrs spends at least 4 hours scrubbing the carpet to get the fowl smelling crap out of it. all the while I just sit on the couch doing my usual thang. she finishes, takes a couple sample whiffs and after she's satisfied the smell is gone, she says "well that sure did suck"
I says "thats too bad that throw rug wasnt still there huh?, you could have had it cleaned up in a jiff"
after several eff yous and other plesantries, the carpet made an appearance the next day.
all the dude wanted was his rug back!