Sunday, 25 October 2009
In Which I Deliberately Thwart My Husband
Himself: My trackies have been in the laundry abyss for four weeks now! I have been completely
unable to find them.
Me: There is no way they have been missing for four weeks...two maybe...have you checked the..?
Himself: I've checked EVERYWHERE!!! I've even been through the laundry basket. They have
Me: Alright, I will look for them but I can guarantee you they have NOT disappeared and they haven't been 'missing' for four weeks. Now, let's have a look here (opens a drawer) no? ok well how about here? (no luck) They're bound to be here somewhere.
Himself: Ah HAH! Ah HAH! You SEE? I TOLD you they were nowhere to be found!!! I've looked in all those places.
Me: (giving up on all the drawers/shelves etc and starting on the laundry hamper) Well, I haven't been deliberately hiding them, they're bound to be here...
Himself: (triumphantly) FOUR weeks! That's how long they've been missing! I haven't seen them in FOUR weeks.
Me: (starting to lose my good humour) Well, I washed last weekend so they couldn't have been missing all that long, unless they are hanging out in the family room....
(I start to march off down the hall to check the usual location for drying things indoors in the wet weather)
Himself: (hot on my heels) I've actually LOOKED down here and I couldn't find anything.*
Me: (gets to room; looks briefly around;takes trackies off the back of a chair. The first chair in the room. Not hidden by anything. Says nothing)
Himself: (momentarily stunned) Well they must have been there for four weeks....
Me: One. At the most.
*Note: this in itself is something of a miracle. Piles of Himself's neatly folded laundry have been known to sit down in the family room for weeks while he squeals for clean underwear.