Oh my God . . . the lovers of today!
I only suggested we go to the laundromat,
You know, not to go out-out, not even to
buy groceries. No inference as to maybe
take a ride in the car or find out how to
do something fanciful like 'tele talk over
the world wide web'!
He informs me that no way in hell are we
going to the laundromat; we can hand
wash our clothes at home. Man, oh man,
I haven't done that sine I left Mexico 30
years ago! Grrrrrrrrr!!! I then responded
that if this were the case, we should each
wash our own. He was agreeable. So, I
proceeded to divvy up the clothes so
we'd each have our respective duties.
Un-f-ing-believable!!! I had a heaping
bushel basket of laundry and he had a
pair each of shorts and socks! Sometimes,
there is simply no justice in this world!
Me thinks I'll be spending Easter Sunday
deep into my great grandmother's
old wash tub. I don't know if she'll be
smiling down on me, chuckles spilling
out inadvertently . . . or . . . frowning
menacingly because I'm not in church.
Guess I'll soon be finding out. Here's
hoping I get the clothes clean in spite of
continuously looking over my shoulder!
not looking forward
a visit to yesteryear
all for a good cause
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