Dear Linus,
Could you please try to puke in the kitchen next time? That way Mama won't have to pick you up mid-heave and ruin the momentum you've got going. Also, just a heads-up: I think the water in the bowl is actually less disgusting than the water standing in the pots and pans in the sink. You might want to puke less if you drank real water.
Love,
Mama
Dear The Husband,
I love you, and I was thrilled to no end when you did laundry yesterday. You made my week, thank you.
Love,
The Wife
PS: Next time, could you maybe sort my underwear into the same pile as yours? You know, so they get done when yours do? If not, that's ok. It's not a prerequisite for doing laundry, just a thought.
6 comments:
Nimue once puked right on the window sill. It was disgusting. But we sure did find it. I think she planned it that way...
I dont know. Your clothes scare me. I can barely do my own, let alone yours....and underwear, I think that is a bit much :)
Dearest Bruce, my underwear require no special laundering treatment. They're fine being thrown in with your boxers, I promise.
You should be happy i laundered. Women's garments are outside of my expertise. I'm working on getting better, but no, I can't handle that.
Yet.
"I love you, and I was thrilled to no end when you did laundry yesterday. You made my week, thank you."
Of course I'm happy you did laundry. Look at that, you've reduced me to quoting myself. The shame. ;)
I'm working my way toward my clothes folding badge.
..ok, that was bad boy scout humor. I should go to bed.
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