Monday, January 24, 2011
Do any of you have duvet covers for your bed? We do, and I have to say I was quite proud to be changing all of our linens (inspired by Miriam's post and my realization that we probably don't do it often enough) last Friday afternoon before my husband came home. We finally got around to washing them (and other clothes) today, and just about thirty minutes ago Jonathan dropped off a huge load of laundry from his arms to our bed and said, "fold these," before running out of the room back into "his office," which is really the mudroom. Twenty minutes later, between chatting on Facebook, reading NPR articles, and contemplating eating some of the Harry & David shortbread cookies Ketan left us for Christmas, I figured I might as well fold the stuff. Made my way through the sheets and pillowcases, leaving the duvet cover for last. What I discovered was a huge lump of something in the far corner of the cover. I promptly ran into "his office" and began beating him with said-duvet cover-turned weapon while chanting, "homey don't play dat!" I don't really think he got the joke, since he grew up under a rock, but I was thoroughly satisfied while beating him semi-conscious. ...Yes, I let him give me a few joyous beatings of his own before we finally unearthed the lump -- two damp white tees that needed to be tossed back into the dryer.