In the house where I grew up,
Monday held two guarantees...
it was laundry day
(deposit yours in the laundry pile on your way off to school)
and a pot of red beans and rice...
a meal, once its ingredients are in the pot can be ignored except for the occasional stir... while laundry is done.
A hold over from my mom's southern upbringing.
Monday remains "laundry day" to me.
Sadly, the red beans and rice are for the most part a thing of my past.
The man says his ex used to make a pot that lasted a week and they still had to give left-overs to the dog.
He's got heavy duty red beans and rice burn out.
I understand after living on mac and cheese for my college years.
I tell him... that's because he's never had MY red beans and rice.
He is diplomatic and has graciously agreed to try them...
next winter when its cold.
So I got up on Monday and began to do the laundry in the hamper.
Most of the clothes are his.
I do not fit the stereotype of a woman who can't have enough clothing or shopping.
I don't enjoy shopping because I hate to spend money.
Shopping takes me twice as long as it should...
the initial picking out of things...
followed by the retracing of my path to put things back...
that I don't REALLY need.
Truth is, I cannot shop without guilt.
But I am off subject... again.
The man gets up and I'm already a load into the laundry process.
He says to me...
"Do I have a clean shirt?"
I resist the urge to strangle him with one.
You see in the pic above what was in our closet at the moment he said this silly thing!
The bar on top, with it's meager pickings... is mine.
The bar below filled with a variety of long sleeves and short sleeve tees
19 clean choices...
in that closet alone.
There are another 14 short sleeve clean shirts in this other closet
(plus a variety of coats and flannels).
I do not need a second closet!
I can't even fill my area of the other closet.
I called him a smart ass.
He says... you'd rather I was a dumb ass?
He helped fold and hang the laundry as it came out of the dryer.
I think we have made it to normal married life.
Well, shoot... we lived together for almost a year before we tied the knot.
Its time to move into that comfort zone
where we can mildly annoy each other and still enjoy each others
Its a good place.
Besides, it gives me grist for the blog mill.