I am feeling a little shy this morning after spending the night dreaming about David Boreanaz. I mean, not only did I cheat on my boyfriend John C. McGinley, but I know David Boreanaz is YOUR boyfriend. I'm really sorry. Nothing really "happened," if that helps. And whatever DID happen, he seemed distracted so I'll bet he was thinking of you.
Yesterday was a busy day, and I was glad that I at least got one load of laundry through the washer and dryer. I put the basket on our bed to fold later, and forgot all about it.
Fast-forward to bedtime. I'm tossing my dirty clothes into the laundry, and Paul says, "Oh, wait. That's clean laundry in that basket. I put it there to keep it safe." He and the kids were playing on the bed earlier, and he remembered how much I hate it when clean laundry gets strewn around the room. So he put the basket WHERE WE KEEP DIRTY LAUNDRY IN LAUNDRY BASKETS. And so of course for the rest of the day I'd been tossing wet washcloths, baby-food-saturated baby bibs, etc., onto the clean clothes.
The look in my eyes must have been presenting an Idiot Award, because Paul started trying to do that thing guys do when they get in trouble for being idiots: he said in an injured voice that next time he wouldn't try to save the laundry, but would just leave it on the bed where the children could throw it all over the room. His tone was of someone who had tried and tried to do right, but had been thwarted by scoffers and ingrates and nitpickers and control freaks at every turn, until now he was ready to lie down and give up this heavy burden of unappreciated righteousness.
I explained as if to a slow child that the issue here was not that he shouldn't keep the laundry safe, but that he shouldn't be an IDIOT (*pause to raise eyebrows for emphasis*) by putting it "for safety" (*eyebrows*) in the dirty laundry pile, where it was in fact LESS SAFE than on the floor. And happily, the pants he wanted for the next day were right on top, under two wet washcloths and a peached baby bib, so I could demonstrate with a visual aid---so helpful for slow learners---that this was really more HIS problem than MINE.
Idiot. Makes me feel a whole lot less guilty about the whole David Boreanaz thing.
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