I’m not wet and cold. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me if I was. We’re talking mean nasty grumpy old bitch here. It’s my husband. He can’t tell the difference between wet and cold laundry hanging out on the line. I have told him what to do and he doesn’t listen. Late this afternoon, he brought in a load of clothes and said they were all still wet. He proceeded to hang them on various things around the bedroom. I walked in, pulled them all down, folded them up and put them away right after he left. They weren’t wet. They were just cold. He makes me crazy.
Tags: laundry, wet and cold
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 
November 4, 2008 at 5:07 pm
Hahaha! At least that beats just dumping them all in a heap on the bed.