Imagine you are in your basement organizing which of your work clothes should be taken to the drycleaner. While sorting, you run across your wife's favorite bathing suit drying on a rack.
What do you do next?
A) You put it right back where you found it because your wife expressly instructed you to only grab your work clothes. And as this is plus-sized women's swimwear, you're pretty sure you've never worn this piece to the office. Also, she yelled at you the seventeen times you accidentally washed and dried it last year, too.
B) You put it right back where you found it because your wife expressly instructed you to stay the hell away from her laundry as she's still pissed off you shrunk most of her polo shirts when you washed them in boiling water and dried them within an inch of their lives last week.
C) You put it right back where you found it because your wife begged you to please, please, please ask her if you ever have any laundry-based questions. And, really? Since you work hard, maybe just leave everything for her because she promises you she doesn't mind washing all the clothes, especially since nothing gets ruined that way.
D) You take the bathing suit directly to the drycleaner.
Try to guess how Fletch answered this question.
Here's a hint:
I'll truly consider it a Miracle Suit if it doesn't explode next time I put it on.
This sounds exactly like something my husband would do. It hasn't happened yet...but I bet it will!
Posted by: Aimee | July 10, 2007 at 09:37 PM
Priceless! Wish I had my camera when I picked up dry cleaning my hubby dropped off with my biggest pair of granny panties hanging on a hanger.
I've been reading your blog and have never laughed so much. Next up - I'm reading your books.
Posted by: Sues | July 10, 2007 at 09:29 PM