I just climbed out of the shower to clean up from the gym. I needed to freshen up to start the day.
I made puddles of water over to my clothes basket because I am way too lazy to put away the clothes my husband washed and folded for me. I pawed my way through the stacks of T-shirts, jeans, and shorts, to find panties.
I found Dora the explorer panties and a kids size 8 T-shirts. Now, I am not one to complain about how the laundry is done. I am not stupid. If I keep my mouth shut, I have it all done for me. If I ever were to complain then I would have to start doing it. (Thus me never being a nag….EVER, about anything)
Now, I know I am not big or small but it tickles me that he would confuse my clothing with my daughter’s. I have considered wearing the panties just to give him a hard time about his sorting. But no, I am smart. He can give her my pretty lacy, thongs and me Dora the Explorer panties as long as I don’t have to do the wash.
Now I am considering how fun it might be to buy him some cute Go Diego Go undies. I could hide all of his things and fill his drawer. Oh the possibilities!