Laundry.

I went out on Friday night. My friend has 6 week old twins (as well as a 4 yr old and 2 yr old) and she needed some WINE TIME! Who am I to pass that up? We went to a japanese steak house, were totally skeeved out by the drunk rednecks next to us, but managed to laugh and laugh till our stomachs hurt. I'm pretty sure I even snorted a few times. Lovely.

Anyway, get home, and Mr. Kiss said he did laundry. Pause. What, are you waiting for a compliment? A cracker? I just said - awesome, and continued on upstairs.

Where I saw this:



(um, this picture was scoured for any shots of skivs, we don't need that on the internetz).

So what laundry did he do? Some couch blankets from Manland. That's all. If I had given him a cracker, I'd have punched him so he threw it up and demanded he give it back.