My hubby and I held a critical war council yesterday. It's been a year and a half in discussion, but it all came to a head yesterday. The issue: sweaty, stinky inside-out socks. His argument: Laundry is my responsibility, therefore I should have to deal with his socks. My argument: they're his socks. And they're gross. Why should I have to handle them any more than I already have to? His counter: What's the problem with just washing them inside out and turning them right side out once they're clean. My rebuttal: because the soles get covered in kitty litter than won't wash away, and then when you turn them right side out, the kitty litter scatters all over everywhere and everything. The verdict: My utter brilliance and ultimately superior logic wins the day.
But don't be led astray by my whimsical tone, this was a serious issue. One that has been grating on my nerves for a long, long time. But with the wedding looming just around the corner there are some details of life that need to be addressed. Dealbreakers, as it were. Cigars outside only. No cats in the bedroom. Deal with your own stinky socks.
You have a point about the kitty litter. That stuff gets into everything.
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