I'm not the greatest laundress.
I'm the kind of domestic under achiever who believes that an item of clothing must be able to survive unscathed through a cold wash cycle with other items of any and all colors in order to qualify as WORTHY of this family.
Consequently, everyone at House of Joy has a lot of pink clothes.
I'm not so good at the folding either.
I would describe my folding technique as "neatly balling."
I'm willing to declare total personal defeat by the Fitted Sheet Army. If the life of a family member depended on me properly folding a fitted sheet they would be long dead by now.
The clean laundry basket is routinely filled with inappropriate relationships.
Dinner napkins become attached to bib velcro.
Socks hide in pant legs...
Sometimes when I get dressed I fail to notice that an item of clothing is hiding in my pants.
Which is why, one day at the office, a male co-worker walking behind me (and a HUGE HERD of other co-workers) said, "Hey Jessica, you dropped something."
I turned to look.
The herd of other co-workers all turned to look.
He bent down, picked up what I had dropped and extended his hand out to me.
Only then did he actually look at the item.
And then he screamed.
He made sort of an "AGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" sound and his face twisted in horror.
A pair of black lace panties dangled from his finger tips.
He held them for a few seconds before releasing them and letting them fall back down to the floor.
So... do the panties need washing again or are they technically still clean?
Holly Smith Pedlosky