I can do laundry

My husband, Goblin, does the laundry in our house. Last weekend, he somehow got behind so I was shy on some things at the very beginning of the week. He did eventually catch up. This weekend, I decided to take care of the laundry myself.

Understand, Goblin does not like it when I do laundry. He fears pink clothing.

However, I did most of the laundry this weekend, including the folding and putting away (of my own, at any rate - which I do normally accomplish).

Now that I've proven that I can do laundry without screwing it up, perhaps he can refocus his time on the mound of 'honey do' tasks that have long been neglected?

Laundry-loving kitty

Our neurotic cat has a new hobby of late, dragging dirty laundry up from the basement and depositing it around the house. He is especially fond of the dining room. There's nothing like coming home in the evening to dirty skivies in the dining room. One day last week, I gathered up all the dirty laundry he had redistributed during the day. It was a particularly huge haul. See:


I really want a web cam to capture him dragging this stuff up the basement stairs. The beach towel would have been particularly impressive to see.