Friday, February 29, 2008
R.I.P. Little Sweater
ME: See this sweater?
ME: Don't wash it.
ME: Don't dry it.
ME: If it ends up in the laundry basket just put it to the side on the table in the basement so I can hand wash it.
ME: Got it?
HIM: Got it.
ME: As a matter of fact, don't wash anything I make.
HIM: No problem.
ME: Don't wash this sweater.
HIM: Got it. Don't wash the sweater.
The other day I go into the basement to look for some jeans. There on the drying rack is the sweater. Wet and half felted.
I went back upstairs and asked.
ME: Do you remember that sweater I made? (Describe sweater)
ME: Didn't I tell you not to wash it?
HIM: OHHHH! I thought you said not to dry it. Why what happened to it?
ME: You washed it and now it is half felted and it fits nobody.
HIM: OHHHH. What is felted?
This proves my husband only listens to half of what I say to him!