In my family, all laundry is taken care of by the Laundry Goddess. She looks amazingly like me, but my husband assures me that's just a coincidence.
Today, I noticed a small, yet vivid, red stain--a small spot--right in the center of my husband's nice button-down shirt. I asked him, "Where did that come from?"
"Sudafed," he said.
"Huh?" I responded in my inimitable, eloquent way.
"Well, I had a cup of coffee in my hand, and I stuck a couple of Sudafed in my mouth and took a swallow. I didn't realize just how hot the coffee was, so I was really startled. I didn't spit up any of the coffee, but the Sudafed flew right out of my mouth and landed on my shirt."
"Huh?" I responded in my inimitable, eloquent way. Then I burst out laughing. Then I remembered that I'd have to explain this red-dye #42 stain to the Laundry Goddess. She will just sigh in her own special, inimitable, eloquent way, then get out the Oxy-Clean Stain Fighter. Then she'll go lie down, as goddesses sometimes must.
This story makes me laugh and laugh.
ReplyDeleteAnd think of naps and how my husband does the laundry. Because I do the damn taxes.
Is the coffee that hot every morning?
LOL! We'd picked up the coffee at Dunkin, and you know how those cups with the new-fangled lid keep the liquid hot for at least a half hour.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, Jim does the damn taxes, so I guess that does count for something.
Being a fellow goddess --- and a laundry one at that -- I hear ya!
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