Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Tidy whitey tighty whities.I am having way too much fun with Blog Explosion.
I didn't realize just how much fun, until my husband asked me yesterday morning if he had any clean underwear. I vaguely remembered throwing a whole lot of it into the washer fairly recently, but after that my memory shifted back to other people's blogs, and potato chips.
When I got home from school tonight, that conversation popped into my head and I went downstairs to the laundry room to check. I found his underwear. About twenty pairs. Still in the washing machine, soaking in soapy water, lid still up, no action. I closed the lid and tiptoed back up the stairs.
I set the kitchen timer to remind me to go back downstairs and put them into the dryer.
When it rings, I hope I remember 'underwear' and don't start searching the oven for hidden brownies.
Or answer the door. I've done that before, too.
Speaking as the domestic guru that my cat thinks I am, I can say with much assumed authority that soaking in soapy water from Saturday to Tuesday will only make your husband's tighty whities that much more tidy and whitey.
And, he'll never know unless YOU tell him.
Posted by Mamacita (The REAL one) @ 2:50 AM | |