| well, not exactly. He washed my favorite wool sweater (in HOT) and then dried it in the dryer. It came out big enough to fit my daughter's Barbie doll, but not me! I've been doing the freaking laundry ever since (and hating every second of it, too). But all his bandanas are now purple.
I vacillate about making everyone wash their own clothes (bad for the environment, as that will make 3x more loads, and partial loads, at that), and I usually just grit my teeth and do it. I once calculated how many hours I've spent on laundry over the past 11 years of my marriage, and it was a very large number. |
