Laundry: The Never Ending Story

I was so proud of myself for getting all of the dirty laundry from Studly Doright’s recent golf trip taken care of on Monday. Truly, it seemed I must’ve had some assistance.

But then I helped him clean out the car he’d driven to Texas and in the back seat I discovered two hotel bags stuffed with more dirty laundry.

“Really?” I said.

“Oops,” he shrugged. “Look at it this way, your task was divided into manageable portions. I didn’t want to overwhelm you. That’s just how I roll.”

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

19 thoughts on “Laundry: The Never Ending Story”

  1. ” your tasks”……really?….he is a big boy , let him do his own ” tasks”…….divide them up for him between 9’s….Leslie…it’s not that you do them , it is the assumption that it is your job ….touchy point for me

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    1. Hey, I don’t trust him to do laundry. It’s the one domestic chore I honestly don’t mind going. It was just the surprise of two full bags when I thought I’d finished. Ah, life goes on.

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