Well, I'm certainly groaning! Once again, a "smart man" has buggered up the laundry, and I'm STILL not allowed to complain!
See, I hurt my back the other day, and wasn't able to:
- bend down
- lift anything
- go up and down stairs
This mean that my Significant Other "A" was obliged to do the laundry that had accumulated for one week.
Disaster was averted in moments when I asked him about my blue wool sweater - he ran back down and took it out of the dryer and hung it up - whew!
Then I specifically asked him to look at me and said these words:
"In the washer right now is my grey sweater with the cats and rhinestones on it. Please don't put that in the dryer - the rhinestones will fall off."
My Smart Man agreed wholeheartedly that this was sensible and he would most certainly hang it to dry.
So...late last night I got this folded up with the stuff that had been dried in the dryer:
See the cats? See the rhinestones? See the color?
What I did find hanging on the line this morning was...wait for it...
A BLUE top with gold flecks on in. No rhinestones.
I mean, S E R I O U S L Y !!!!!
And I'm not allowed to complain! Because Significant Other "A" was doing me a favour! Oh yes, all his stuff got washed too, but that's beside the point.
I mean, are ALL men blind?
Grey. Cats. Rhinestones.
Sheesh.
