Bryant is working nights.
Which means the upstairs housework is lacking.
Our dirty laundry is in our bedroom.
Which is upstairs.
Which is where he has been sleeping this past week when I am awake.
Which is why our dirty laundry did not get washed this week.
Which is why, when he came looking for a work shirt to wear to work last night, there wasn't a clean one.
Wife Fail.
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Ok, Kami. I could have written this blog post! I read it to Ted and inserted his name instead of Bryants. Too funny, thanks for the laugh. I'm glad I'm not the only one. ;)
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