Bless Your Heart

Says my dear husband. You see today at about 3pm I’ll be donning a toga. Or rather, my white bedsheet. It’s for a project at work. I’m on the diversity council and we’re presenting a cultural display of Greece as part of a company wide project. So the only white sheets we have were actually on the bed. I asked J to please wash the sheets when he woke up yesterday so I could wear the top one today. I came home last night and he washed the sheet. But just the one. And left the fitted sheet and the pillow cases on the bed. Didn’t occur to him to wash the whole set. But he had to find other stuff to wash with it so it would make a full load. Cracks me up.