(Don't think I don't see that package on the kitchen floor...more underwear for somebody, right?
When my first husband and I arrived in California as newlyweds, we decided to take turns doing the laundry. One day, when it was my turn to be the provider of newly laundered tighty-whiteys, my 20-year old self had the aha moment -- buy him a six-pack of whatever he needed at the supermarket. I mean, Fruit-of-the-Loom, who would know? Because, I could do all of mine in the sink in ten minutes-- ta-dah, we both have clean underwear (although the laundromat was also a bar, but that got old.) When we split up in a few years (amicably) he found out while we were packing that he had bushels of those suckers :-). I had to confess. He's probably still wearing them! So... I totally get it!
Love the stories. Love the doggiess. Love the snaps. Keep it coming Jenny, it's great.
(Don't think I don't see that package on the kitchen floor...more underwear for somebody, right?
When my first husband and I arrived in California as newlyweds, we decided to take turns doing the laundry. One day, when it was my turn to be the provider of newly laundered tighty-whiteys, my 20-year old self had the aha moment -- buy him a six-pack of whatever he needed at the supermarket. I mean, Fruit-of-the-Loom, who would know? Because, I could do all of mine in the sink in ten minutes-- ta-dah, we both have clean underwear (although the laundromat was also a bar, but that got old.) When we split up in a few years (amicably) he found out while we were packing that he had bushels of those suckers :-). I had to confess. He's probably still wearing them! So... I totally get it!
Love the stories. Love the doggiess. Love the snaps. Keep it coming Jenny, it's great.
xoxo
Nadja
That is a much better laundry story than mine!! Fantastic!