Wet and Cold

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.


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One Response to “Wet and Cold”

  1. Christine Says:

    Hahaha! At least that beats just dumping them all in a heap on the bed.

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