Monday, February 25, 2019

Men and Laundry

I can hear the groaning from here...

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:

  1. bend down
  2. lift anything
  3. 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.

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