I have this WONDERFUL habit of not doing laundry until the last possible second. And the sad thing is, I have enough underwear to last A LONG time without doing laundry. My husband does not.
It probably isn't the best wife idea to leave laundry until your husband starts begging you to wash his underwear before he starts turning them inside out. Ok he didn't actually threaten to start wearing his underwear inside out. But he did beg me to do laundry.
See... he's not allowed to do laundry. He likes to dry things that shouldn't be dried. Nobody's perfect.
So yesterday, I did a million loads of laundry. And folded them. The miraculous part is that I also put them all away.
Phil checked to make sure I hadn't been abducted by aliens.
By the way, my lower back is super sore from loading and unloading the washing machine. Just goes to show what excellent shape I am in.