Why the Laundry Goddess Is Seriously Mulling a Strike
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.
posted by Alison Rose at
8:29 PM
3 Comments:
This story makes me laugh and laugh.
And 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.
On 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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