I am probably about to go to jail for killing my husband.
There, I said it. So when it happens, the internet can prove I did it on purpose. And this is sort of even writing related!
See, I tend to write like a crazy person up until a chore deadline, such as the last possible minute I can grab a shower before the kids get home from school. I'm almost always getting dressed in a rush. Today I skedaddled through and out of the shower and leapt into my clothes.
Or I TRIED to.
Because I put on my blue underpants and realized OMG I HAVE GAINED 60 LBS!!! My underpants wouldn't fit! Couldn't even pull them over my thighs. How had this happened? I just wore these underpants a couple weeks ago? Had I developed some kind of hormonal or thyroid disorder? Was I really that much larger?
Then I realized...they were Kid1's underpants. And the hubby had done laundry this past weekend. Kid1 and I may have a similar affection for plain blue cotton underpants.
So I may have to kill him for giving me an almost-heart attack.
Anway. I didn't say this poast was going to be INTERESTING, just that it was justifiable homicide.
Jody W.
www.jodywallace.com * www.meankitty.com
2 comments:
My husband has done that to me (the rare times he actually sorts laundry) - but in my case the underpants belonged to my four-year-old. And had pink fairies on them. You'd think my husband might have noticed my underwear enough to realize I don't tend to wear pink-fairy-themed undergarments . . .
Nothing wrong with pink. Or fairies! But they don't usually make 'em in our size.... heh
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