Pants (or A WOMAN'S JOB)

The last few days of fun have put me seriously behind on the laundry. Mountains. Overflowing hamper. Unable to get around the pile in the closet... Behind. This morning my wonderful husband said to me, "I'm on my last pair of pants." I knew what he meant. "Woman, do you job! Do the laundry!" Well, he wouldn't really say that to me, and besides, he does his fair share. But when he's gone during the day, and I'm home, whose job is it? Mine. I know it. Anyway, I spent most of the day working on my job, trying to get caught up, whittling away at the size of mountain. And as I was folding pants this afternoon and watching the news, a discussion item came up. "What do you think of this?"

When I saw that... "Machine wash warm... - Or - Give it to your woman. It's her job." I laughed so loud the neighbors probably heard. Offensive? Nope. Just really funny!