I thought they were those little black gauzy gloves that were so popular in the 80s, with a little design on the back. Which would still be strange, but better than pretty woman with gnarlyass hands. Maybe she has sensors on her palms. Or “special spots”…
“Hi pleased to meet gasp! yooooooooooou! How *you * doin’?”
Not sure why she’d have a Joey Tribiani chip, but who knows?
When I was a kid, laundry change wound up donated to Children’s Hospital in Washington, D.C. once a year (a Washington Post columnist does a charity drive). I’m seriously considering implementing something similar at some point, when I get around to it.
I too do all the laundry (seriously, how hard is it to stick stuff in a machine, stick it in another machine, and take it back upstairs and throw in on the bed?), and I don’t check pockets - they get emptied before they go in the laundry basket, or whatever’s in 'em gets washed.
anastasaeon, I can’t think of a reason not to put Joey Tribbiani chips in robots. 
I take my turns at doing the dishes and other household chores, and I see nothing wrong with it. Many hands make light work!!!
The days of Ward and June Cleaver have long since passed, haven’t they??(I hope!!)
Mens work should really just be sperm donation.
Wormens work should include egg donation, pregnancy, giving birth and nursing babies.
Everything else either men or women should be able to do!
I apologise for the mis-spelling! I meant to say womens work!!!
I have an image of Minotarus sitting in unwashed boxers with skid marks on a cheap chair with torn seat cover and a brick under the short leg, surrounded by old, green fuzzy pizza boxes and overflowing ashtrays in a cluttered and dusty trailer waiting for his third-world mail order bride to arrive.
If that’s a “real man” I’ll stick with the unreal ones, thankyouverymuch.
I can’t believe so many people have risen to the bait. Surely this is a windup? Nice one Minotaurus
Oh, no kidding, any money found is mine! It’s like a tip. 
I found $12 in ones the other day as I was unloading the dryer. I kept pulling stuff out and one dollar bills would fall out. They just kept coming! It was pretty funny.
featherlou, if you have kids, you should check pockets. One load of crayons through the dryer and you’ll never forget to check pockets again. :smack:
Regards,
Shodan
Single female and I wash floors uhhhh… about never.
At my shared apartment the guy who actually owns the place washes the floors, which he shouldn’t (it’s a kind of wood floor that will bend if you wet it).
At Mom’s, any work that’s physically demanding is split between the paid aid, my bro and myself (Mom can’t do it). Right now Mom’s away for two months: I start the washer but he puts the clothes out to dry and brings them back in. I do most of the ironing, he’s learning how to do it. He’s supposed to be getting his brand-new, all for himself apartment in a couple of months and figured out that, since he likes his clothes well-ironed, he better learn freaking fast.
A few times in the not-so-distant past he tried to get off doing dishes (I would cook, he was supposed to do dishes). Unlike Mom, I am perfectly content letting them pile up - when, as it was the case, it’s not my job to wash them. When he actually asked “uh, you haven’t done the dishes?” I said “oh, I saw you forgot, but we’d agreed you would be the one doing them.” His memory improved quickly once he realized that dirty dry dishes are harder to wash than recent ones.
This bro is about as not-a-feminist as they get (not a male chauvinist either) and, being the apple in Mom’s eyes, he’s been able to get off with a lot of lazying about. But I’m not his Mom :p, I’m his cruel big sister. And the “getting my own place” part really woke him up.
Nope, no kids, and my husband knows I don’t check pockets. He’s perfectly capable of removing his stuff from his own pockets.
Dammit, missed the perfect opportunity - “He’s perfectly capable of removing his crayons from his own pockets.” There. That’s better.
Maybe that depends on how one defines “good”. “Hard-working”, or “invulnerable”?
Last night, while routinely doing the dishes, I discovered the secret place my wife had hidden the Very Sharp Can Lid among the spoons and forks. Since I was scooping up a big fistful of said utensils, I closed fingers and thumb firmly on said Very Sharp Can Lid.
I got my reward in the bathroom, by the medicine cabinet, in the form of peroxide and gauze.
Is that what Mrs. Shodan was talking about?
Sailboat
But… but he’s a millionaire! So the brick under the chair leg is probably a solid gold one.
I thought she was talking about the conservatory. With a candlestick. By Ms Peacock.
Those are gloves!
Perfect. You win. 
I gotta say, I smell a Whooshing O.P. We’re being baited here. See that immense reel, thick line, gargantuan hook and halibut flopping around at the end of it?
Seems to me that our OP’er has developed some poor communications halibuts.
In the Cartooniverse home, we clean. We don’t clean with zeal. We hire someone who comes in once a week and cleans with the manic fervor of a cleric on the Pilgrim’s Trail to Compostella. I mean, we’re talking zeal here.
Having said that? I changed a lot more diapers than MrsTooniverse. I clean the litter boxes. The kitchen is my responsibility. She does the laundry, that’s about it. I DO know how to, and sometimes enjoy it. In weeks when the cleaning lady does not or cannot come in, I do the house. -shrug- nothing wrong with spending the day making nice.
And yes, I spend a small part of each cleaning day making damned sure the seam is straight up the back of my thigh on my fishenets. If it slides to the side, it wrecks the entire French Maid’s outfit.
Puts me in mind of that scene from “Working Girl” with Melanie Griffith. She’s vaccuming, stark naked. We sat there watching the film and when that shot rolled, I looked at MrsTooniverse and made some porcine remark like, " Oh, yeahhh".
Slept in the yard that week.
Cartooniverse
Who knew Ms. Peacock was such a perv?
Seemed obvious to me!
http://liveandinpersonproductions.org/cluepics\peacock3.jpg
My SO has to do the “woman’s work” as well as the “man’s work” around home.
I’m simply too tired from felating him all day to do a thing.