My Wife: Did you put the laundry in the dryer yet?
Me: I didn’t do any laundry.
My Wife: Why not? You told me earlier that you were about to do laundry.
Me: When did I say that?
My Wife: You asked me to hand you a towel because you were about to do laundry.
Me: Ahh…there’s the problem. Yes, I said that, but I wasn’t actually about to do laundry.
My Wife: Then why did you say that??
Me: Where was the towel when I asked?
My Wife: Wrapped around me.
Me: Why?
My Wife: Because I had showered…
Me: And what else were you wearing?
My Wife: …nothing.
Me: And there we go. What seemed like an innocous request for some dirty laundry was actually my devious plan to see you naked. One that worked perfectly, I might add.
So now, apparently, I’m in trouble. Some folks just can’t take being outsmarted, it seems…
I wonder if I should try the old “My car just hit a water buffalo” one next time…
Sometimes my wife can’t make up her mind as to what she’ll where to work, and she’ll come downstairs to model for me and the boys to give our opinions. Well, mine anyway. Fang is often oblivious, and Spike always like the blue one. More often than not the conversation ends up like:
Mrs Magill: “Maus, which do you like? This one? or [changes shirts] This one?”
Me: “Let me see that first one again?”
Mrs Magill: [changes shirt] “This one?”
Me: “Hmm… how’s that second one look?”
Mrs Magill: [changes shirt] “You like this one?”
Spike: “My like the bloo one.”
Me: “I like the middle one.”
Mrs Magill: sigh I have to where a shirt to work, Maus."
See, being female, I can’t get myself into trouble like that. I don’t have to ask my boyfriend for his towel to see him naked. If I so much as look at him while he’s in a towel, he’ll whip it off and start doing the naked man dance (he hasn’t figured out yet that there’s no better way to make me NOT horny than to do the naked man dance).
Anyway, I also got myself in trouble today (although he doesn’t know it yet). I told him I’d do a load of towels on Saturday. And I DID. Trouble is, I forgot that I washed them. When I went to find a towel today, I found a whole mess of them, in the washer, wet, stinky, and just eww. How many times will I have to wash them before they stop smelling like mildew?
LOL. I just squirted cherry pepsi out of nose trying not to spew it on the monitor. If we ever made it able for dogs* to talk that is totally how they would talk. Thank you for brightening my day.
I’m assuming you have dogs. For all I know you could have sea monkeys.