God knows I love my wife, but I have to admit that there are times when she tries my patience!
'The Mrs. Herself' is a bit of a clean freak to begin with, since her favourite phrase is; “What’s that smell?” (Usually when I walk into the room after having tooted somewhere else in the house!) In spite of this, I have put up with her numerous idiosyncrasies over the years until this last little episode, which has me wondering just how far her peculiarities will take her!
Maybe I’d better start at the beginning!
Like most guys, (I assume!) I get the occasional “skid mark” in my underwear! Not a big one, mind you, just a little one!
Maybe it’s from all the tooting I do, or maybe I’m just naturally full of shit…….. I don’t know!
Anyway, I noticed quite some time ago that I was running out of underwear and went to Wal-Mart and bought three (3) dozen (12) of them! That’s thirty six (36) underpants folks. (I figured they were just getiting worn out.)
All was fine, and I figured I would never have to buy briefs again.
That was until a month or so ago when I noticed that some days I was running out of clean underwear, even though 'The Mrs. Herself' was doing the wash ever day! (That’s how fastidious she is!)
On a hunch I counted all my underpants around the house, clean and dirty, and came up with………..FOUR!
(Apparently since last summer I have gone through 32 underpants!!!!!!!!!!)
I calmly asked “the wife” about this and she told me, with a straight and serious face I might add, that there is no way she was going to put underpants with skid marks on them in with the rest of the wash!
This of course begged the question…….. “well, where are they then?”
Still with a serious face she said; ((And I’m not making this up!) “I THREW THEM OUT!”
Threw them out?
Yup!
I didn’t know what to say!
Only thing I know for sure is that I’m off to Wall-Mart again!
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