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My Dirty Little Secret

09/10/2009 19:02

Today I went to work in dirty pants, and no, that's not my secret, although it was gross.  My secret is that I don't do laundry.  Usually this is something Wesley handles, but he was in class last night, so this was the result:

This came to a head this morning when I realized my options were to bare my hairy legs in a dress, wear some very unflattering knit pants, or dig through the dirty clothes.  I initially chose the knit pants but was informed by my loving husband that they didn't look appropriate for work.  I assume he was referring to the fact that you could count every fat roll I have (I lost count) plus see the outline of my sexy granny panties.  So, after debating for a solid 5 minutes, I chose to wear dirty pants instead of visually assaulting everyone with my "inappropriate" work pants or hairy legs.

As I sit here and type this, the mound continues to grow exponentially because I know that ultimately the ever-expanding pile will break him before it even comes close to bothering me (Trevor gets his OCD honestly).  Let's be honest, I could dig out of the dirty clothes hamper for a few more days without thinking twice.  And, don't get me started on putting up the laundry.  I don't have any need for a dresser.  I'd be perfectly content with living out of a laundry basket.

For those of you judging me and thinking how lucky I am to have found a man to put up with this, please know that there is a trade-off.  As nasty as my laundry habits are, Wesley's man-farts are absolutely nauseating.  His gas could choke a donkey.  If I ever file for divorce, the reason for separation will surely be flatulent abuse.  Any court in the land would back me up. 

I only have one more day to go to deal with a lack of clean work pants, because Saturday is always a big laundry day in my house (for him, not me, of course).  Sadly, I'll probably just end up shaving my legs, so I can wear a dress.  All that effort just to avoid doing laundry.  I truly am lucky I live with someone who keeps me from living in my own filth.

Update: Laundry was washed last night and dried this morning.  Best. Husband. Ever.