The wife and I keep separate laundry hampers because my work
clothes smell like jet fumes and industrial processes and crucial split-second
decisions while hers smell like a working mom (Unicorn Rainbow Magic,
snickerdoodles, the awesomeness that leaks out when she runs a business and
carpool and trains with our dog).
I do my laundry every Saturday because I
DO IT RIGHT, not like the rest of the people in this house, and this morning I
found some of the wife's Lightly
Soiled with Awesome laundry
in my hamper.
I am presented with two choices: Do my own
laundry and leave hers in there like
a dick so she can care for
her laundry in the way she would prefer, or take care of her laundry THE RIGHT
WAY along with mine.
Anyone who's married and wants to preserve
the peace and sanctity of their weekend knows there is only one choice.
WIFE: 1
HUSBAND: Weekend Preserved.
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