For several years, my husband has taken over the responsibility of washing, drying, and folding our clothes. I still find this remarkable since he rarely did anything like that for the first 40 years of our marriage.
But for some reason, he got a bee in his bonnet about having too much laundry in the dirty clothes hamper one day, and decided to take on the job himself. Unfortunately, he has become somewhat of a fanatic.
Rarely will a day go by that he doesn’t wash, dry, and fold a load of clothes. It doesn’t matter what is in the laundry load, it will be washed come hell or high water. I have actually seen him wash and dry a grand total of three items at one time: one shirt, and two pairs of underwear.
This became rather comical, and I confess, that my sons and I enjoyed teasing him a little. But he got extremely defensive and said with a snarky attitude, “if you don’t like the job I’m doing, you can do it yourself!”
Since I had no intention of washing clothes myself until there was a jumbo load, I stopped teasing him. But I have since discovered that I have to be very careful what I say in his hearing regarding the laundry.
Case in point: the other day I was holding our dog in my lap while wrapped in a gold-colored plush throw in my recliner. The small blanket was so soft and warm, but after a while I noticed an odor coming from it that sort of resembled a wet dog. I casually said out loud, “I am going to have to wash this thing.”
The next morning, my little blanket was missing and so was the other throw from my couch. The other throw is deep teal blue and even softer than my gold one. It was brand new and did not really need washing, but evidently it ended up in the washing machine and dryer with my ever-ready, clothes-washing husband supervising. I just shrugged and thought no more about it.
Until that evening…
I had just finished showering and toweled off when I noticed something peculiar. There was blue fuzz on the bathroom floor. Puzzled, I tried to figure out why and began looking around trying to find the source. When I looked up from the floor, there was blue fuzz on the walls of the bathroom, on the door, in the toilet floating around, and tiny puffs circulating in the room.
I just couldn’t figure it out!
Still baffled, I across the bathroom and turned toward the giant mirror over the sink. I was absolutely shocked.
I had tufts of dark teal blue fuzz covering my entire body from head to toe. Every time I moved, blue lint wafted through the air.
I looked like a blue Yeti. You know, a Sasquatch. A Bigfoot, if you will. In short, I looked like an overgrown Smurf. I looked ridiculous.
I quickly grabbed a clean towel and began brushing blue fuzz from my body. I also had to remove it from all around the bathroom. What a pain!
But I still had no idea where the fuzz had come from.
Until I went to sit in my recliner….
There was my beautiful gold colored plush throw completely dotted with blue lint balls and fuzz. My husband had washed the towels and the throw with the other dark teal blue throw and made a mess. The gold throw was ruined, and I was aggravated. When I showed my husband what had happened, he apologized repeatedly, but I was the one stuck with a giant lint roller and a razor trying to remove blue lint from the gold throw.
A week later, I have used an entire roll of sticky sheets from a lint roller specializing in pet hair removal. And still, more blue fuzz shows up around the house daily.
No, I didn’t curse up a blue streak or until I was blue in the face, but I won’t lie, I am feeling a little blue.
