As a teenager, I was famous for washing my clothes and then leaving them in the dryer. I would either use the dryer as a second closet and just pick through it to get the shirt or pants that I wanted to wear or my dad would fold my clothes for me in the hopes of thwarting a war between my mother and I.
And by "war", I meant my mother yelling at me to fold my damn clothes.
All justified.
And as all other paybacks have been coming to fruition, - (thanks mom!) - I went to move my laundry from the washer to the dryer today and low and behold, Shane had pulled a play from my playbook.
After getting over the initial shock and AWE (like the skies parted and the sunshine shone BRIGHTLY with a big smiley on it's face) that he actually did his laundry, I started laughing because he pulled a fast one on me. And I knew it.
As I had 10 loads of laundry to do behind him, I folded his stuff and made a mental note to myself that he pulled a good one but it was going to be the last time he did that.
Yeah. Right.
Game on boy. I *know* THAT move.
I DID that move.
I got away with it some times.
As you will too.
But I've got my battle face on baby.
Damn teenagers. LOL!
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2 comments:
But he won't have his daddy fold them for him to keep mom from yelling!! Paybacks are hell!!!
Yes they are. :/
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