An update to the post of the pile on the basement floor. Go on read it, I’ll wait.

So, the pile…

Well, I held out. Every time I walked to the door, I looked down the stairs at this pile. I cringed. I hate messes like that, but I had to stand strong. Hold my position. After all, it’s not like I walked past the pile to my X-Box. Dear manchild did that about eighty times. He literally had to step through it. Maneuver his way through it to get to the rec room, yet he did every time, not flinching once until *gasp* this weekend. He cleaned up the pile. I know! I almost shit myself! Granted, the only reason he cleaned it up is because his shoes became a part of the pile.
Carter had another huge dumping of items down the stairs on Saturday morning; I thought this was the prefect opportunity to get Mike to clean it, and didn’t even mention the pile or go near it.
I smirked as he headed for the basement.
him: “Holy shit! What’s all this?!”
me: “I dunno. What are you talking about?” *smirk*
him: “What’s all this shit at the bottom of the stairs?”
me: “What shit?” (I’m such a bugger.)
him: “Look.”
me: “No, I believe you. Carter must have done it.”
him: “And you just left it here?”

OMG!!!! Are you fuckin’ kidding me??
me: “Yup. I was gonna get it later.” Total lie -I’m going to hell.
him: “My shoes must be down there then.”
me: “Yup, must be.”
him: *sigh*
me: *grin*

The pile’s now gone.