Brian recently put away a load of clean laundry. Finding my clothes this week has been a real treat.
For days I couldn’t find my pajama bottoms… Until I found them hanging with my dresses.
And yesterday I couldn’t find my exercise pants (you know, the long ones that I can wear without needing to shave my legs)… Until I found them hanging with my jeans.
I kinda wanna be sneaky and move all his clothes around. But the man does not like change. That’d just be mean. And anyhow, I’m sure my plan would backfire. When Brian goes to find something and it’s not in its original location, it’s not like he’ll look for it. No, sir. Within seconds I’ll hear, “Suzy? Can you help me find my [fill in the blank]?” (Brian would like me to mention that he’s not lazy. He just hates looking for stuff. “I just get mad when I can’t find stuff,” he says.)
So I think I’ll just blog about it instead.
haha, the first time Joey folded clothes, I also had a hard time finding what I needed. He would hang all my work shirts and I would frantically search every where else for them.
my husband it the same way but with unloading the dishwasher. Whenever he unloads the dishwasher I am ALWAYS missing something and finally find it in a place that makes no sense…
Caitlin, I bet he doesn’t fold them the same way either …. no one ever folds clothes, towels, blankets, etc, the same way as their spouse.
Sounds like a fantastic April fools joke though. Who could be mad then?!