Husband's Last Laundry

I know I should be charitable, after all, tomorrow is Mother's Day, and Husband was just trying to be nice. But it's been a rough week and I'm on my last nerve.

I loaned my dark red, two-pieced dress to a friend who had to have something to wear to her father's funeral and was far, far from home. It was all I could do to keep her from washing it or sending it to the cleaners before she returned it. And Husband, looking for something to do on a Saturday morning when I was off at the quilt store, decided that it wouldn't be any chore to throw the dress in with, say, my good long skirt, my favorite purple blouse (a veteran of many washings) and my intimate and semi-intimate apparel -- including my EPIC T-shirt which is a souvenir of the 2003 conference in Tampa.

Granted, when I got home, he made a full confession of his misdeed and offered as retribution five bags of candy from the Dollar General store -- all heavily leaning toward chocolate. But I now have three pairs of pink ankle socks and three pair of "Fruities" to match. The lizard on my EPIC T-shirt is wearing pink-framed sunglasses (the Tampa cigar in his mouth was unaffected).

I don't know if it is just Husband or if all men are so anxious to Do Something that they go forward blithely without reading instructions or the slightest inclination to ask for advice, consent or directions. But after this, I'm keeping my dark red dress under lock and key.

And on second thought, I'm not so sure the purchase of the aforementioned chocolate wasn't purchased prior to Husband's realization of his faux pas. Hmmm....this will take further thought. And further chocolate.