The best laid plans of mice and (wo)men.
I am the household laundress. It’s my deal with Pete. He cooks, I do laundry.
And in the past, Pete has been known to put reds in with whites, and dry things he shouldn’t. I just thought it would be better for me to take it over completely.
This weekend I did a MOUNTAIN of laundry. Seriously. And when I folded it, I found this sweater that Pete is holding. It’s his sweater. I picked it out. And I subsequently shrunk it.
That’s what happens when you tell your husband you’ll do the laundry because he can’t handle it. It comes back to bite you in the ass.
And the adventures continue!