Hubby: "Hey, dear. Where's my khaki pants?"
Me: "They are in the washing machine with my khaki pants."
Hubby (with disbelief): "But they weren't dirty!"
Me (smacking my forehead with sarcasm): "I'm sorry. I just assumed since they were on the bathroom floor. . ."
Guess it's a good thing I did an hour at the gym this morning. ; )
Haha...I love Legally Blonde.
ReplyDeleteOh, and my husband does the same thing. Or sometimes I'll hold up a shirt that's crumpled on the floor in the middle of the living room and I'll ask whether it's clean or dirty. "Clean-ish." Then we have the talk about how clothes are either clean and put away or dirty and in the laundry.
Training men is tiresome.