Sunday, November 15, 2009
Patience is a virtue . . .
. . . that I'm still working to acquire.
So until I get it down, I suspect I'll continue to be banned from doing laundry.
I've broken 2 dryers during nearly 30 years of marriage. As I recall, I made one washing machine go all cattiwampus, too. I promise I didn't do this on purpose.
The problem, you see, is that I tend to overstuff the machines to get the job done as quickly as possible. I can't seem to stop myself, like eating potato chips. So the last time Mr. B had to repair the dryer, he outright banned me from using it.
When I called Ben last night to check on Renie, he asked if I could do some laundry. I swallowed hard, said "Yes, of course," and then had to admit that God has a delightful sense of humor.
My plan was to dive for quarters between the couch cushions and take the linens to a laundromat with the big machines that I couldn't possibly overstuff. But Mr. B was in the car with me when I made the call and he wanted to know about the conversation.
He just about ran off the road when I told him. And, being the frugal guy that he is, he declared that he'd do the laundry, that I was still banned, and that, frankly, it would be his honor.
And so he did, bless his soul.
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