One lovely evening during dinner the Mr. mentioned our "House Guest". Being that we live in our little home by the beach with only ourselves and the Chitlin, I had no idea he was talking about.
Me - "What house guest?"
the Mr. - "You know...the one that's here all week and leaves for a bit on the weekends."
I was confused. Was he talking about his bed bug/spider phobia again? No...that tends to peak on weekends. I looked around as if I somehow missed someone or something.
Me - "What are you talking about?"
the Mr. - "That thing in the corner of our room that keeps getting bigger and bigger."
I still have no idea what he's talking about. WTF?
Me - "I give up. What is it?"
the Mr. "First name: Laundry. Last name: Pile."
Crap...I totally didn't see that one coming.
the Mr. - 1
Me - 0
Every once in a while the Marine will get one on me too. Lol. Dang laundry is a never ending pain and an unwanted guest.
ReplyDeleteBeing me I would have told him he knows where the washing machine is so instead of complaining, he could put on a load or two ;-)
ReplyDeleteI totally agree ladies! The laundry seems to be never ending...and I'm sure the fellas could at least TRY to lend a hand. LOL ;)*sigh*
ReplyDeleteToo funny! My life resembles this all too well. :)
ReplyDeletenew follower from the monster hop! I have many laundry piles in my house....
ReplyDeleteLOL! xoxo
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