I don’t understand.
Last week, HoBiscuit and I did the laundry together, leaving behind nothing unwashed. Today we once again have a full hamper. Nothing strange or noteworthy about that since we do tend to wear clothing during the normal course of our day, but what is strange is that all of the clothes in the hamper appear to be mine.
Say, “Wha?”
Did I miss something here? Is HoBiscuit doing her laundry at 4am while I’m asleep, or something? Do we have Laundry Pixies? How the heck can I, and only I, have a basket full of dirty clothes when HoBiscuit goes to work in a different outfit every morning while I lie in bed in my pajamas until noon?
Elementary math says this just doesn’t add up!
I count eight pairs of my shorts, ten of my shirts, my workout clothes, my pajamas and a whole slew of my socks and underwear, and all I see here that belongs to HoBiscuit are about two hundred pairs of panties! Ladies, help me out here. One of you, please, have pity on this poor Geek and explain to him why his woman has no dirty laundry to speak of after a whole week of wearing clothes. It’s driving me insane!
For the love of llamas, there aren’t even any BRAS!
Does she wear office gear to work? Sometimes I wear lots of dry-clean only stuff when I’m in full business regalia, and have only undies for washing at the end of the week.
mmm, the mysteries of life..
for the love of llamas? Do you only love llamas that wear bras? Interesting…
Women wear clothes that usually require drycleaning, and separation from the dirty nasties of mens clothes. no laundry pixies, just dirty nasties :)
Simple : HoBiscuit has stopped wearing bra’s, and slips into your shirts and pants every day. Then blames you for having so much dirty laundry each day. I tell you, it’s a trick to train you.
Isn’t that marriage date getting closer each week?
yeah, it’s the drycleaning and the delicates-that-need-hand-washing-in-Woolite that seperate the Men from the Wimmins.
har ga ke bashi man hamm hastamm