Monday, February 22, 2016

In which Primo realizes he is going to be stuck doing laundry this weekend, which was always part of the deal of his taking a year off, but everything has gone to heck because of Sly and Doris

Primo: You made the bed! That's my job.

Me: I know. But you are  busy and I am taking the day off, so whatever.

Primo: Oh no!

Me: What?

Primo: The sheets!

Me: What?

Primo: The sheets have to be changed this Saturday.

Me: Yes.

Primo: I was gone the last time they had to be washed and changed.

Me: I know. That's why I did it. Even though that's your job.

Primo: I should have timed this next trip to Florida to get out of changing the sheets. I am not doing it right.

Me: Nope.


Me: Hey! You're going downstairs! You're not even taking the things that need to go down!*

Primo: I'm busy!

Me: Would you bring up the laundry? [That he did on Friday]

Primo: I'm. Busy! Besides, for me the laundry is done when it is hanging neatly on the racks.

* Empty plastic bags for kitty litter.


  1. I get a kick out of the laundry on racks comment. My husband's job is to fold the laundry. But it must be in the basket and placed by his chair.

  2. Let me guess... Primo hasn't figured out the whole fitted sheet thing yet?

    1. Actually, Primo makes the bed far better than I do! He does all household tasks better because he is an engineer and very painstaking. Unfortunately, he also takes a long time to do things, which is not easy for me. I just want it done, even if it's only 95% perfect. He wants 100% perfect. He would be the exact right person to be working on the space shuttle.

    2. "Perfect is the enemy of good"

      It's also the enemy of *efficient*.

      - AC

  3. So, life is starting to return to normal, eh?