Hubby took K-man to daycare this morning and then went back to the house to get his work truck. Before he left, he switched out the laundry loads. His question to me at lunch? “Why is there a plastic cow in the dryer?”
Me, “Because it doesn’t have an off button and it was driving me flipping nuts. It won’t shut up!”
Him, “So you stuck it in the dryer?”
Me, “Yup. And I slammed the door closed on it, and then closed the door to the wash room.”
Him, “Did that make you feel better?”
Me, “A little. I hate that cow.”
Him, “hmmm...hormones, huh?”
1 comment:
lol, that is awesome.
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