Tidy whitey tighty whities.

Posted on by October 27, 2004

I am having way too much fun with Blog Explosion.

I didn’t realize just how much fun, until my husband asked me yesterday morning if he had any clean underwear. I vaguely remembered throwing a whole lot of it into the washer fairly recently, but after that my memory shifted back to other people’s blogs, and potato chips.

When I got home from school tonight, that conversation popped into my head and I went downstairs to the laundry room to check. I found his underwear. About twenty pairs. Still in the washing machine, soaking in soapy water, lid still up, no action. I closed the lid and tiptoed back up the stairs.

I set the kitchen timer to remind me to go back downstairs and put them into the dryer.

When it rings, I hope I remember ‘underwear’ and don’t start searching the oven for hidden brownies.

Or answer the door. I’ve done that before, too.

Speaking as the domestic guru that my cat thinks I am, I can say with much assumed authority that soaking in soapy water from Saturday to Tuesday will only make your husband’s tighty whities that much more tidy and whitey.

And, he’ll never know unless YOU tell him.

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Tidy whitey tighty whities. — 32 Comments

  9. BlogExplosion is mysteriously addictive. It slipped in very quietly, and it didn’t take up much room in my mental filing cabinet, so I ignored it. Now I find myself obsessively surfing through blogs, leaving comments, much like this one, whenever I find an entry worth the effort. And to think I could be doing other things, like homework, cleaning my room, or finding the cure for AIDS. Ah, I think I prefer this.

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  10. BlogExplosion is mysteriously addictive. It slipped in very quietly, and it didn’t take up much room in my mental filing cabinet, so I ignored it. Now I find myself obsessively surfing through blogs, leaving comments, much like this one, whenever I find an entry worth the effort. And to think I could be doing other things, like homework, cleaning my room, or finding the cure for AIDS. Ah, I think I prefer this.

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  13. You are simply divine.

    I’ll definitely be back, mama.

    BTW, whenever my husband has the gall to interrupt me when I’m on the computer, I say, “Bastard, be gone,” and POOF, he be gone. Try it — it works!

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  14. You are simply divine.

    I’ll definitely be back, mama.

    BTW, whenever my husband has the gall to interrupt me when I’m on the computer, I say, “Bastard, be gone,” and POOF, he be gone. Try it — it works!

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  19. Okay, I had to blogroll you so I can get a good laugh more often! I never thought I would be this hooked on blogs, but here I am, NOT doing dishes….

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  20. Okay, I had to blogroll you so I can get a good laugh more often! I never thought I would be this hooked on blogs, but here I am, NOT doing dishes….

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  27. I fear a new addiction has been created. We’ve known there were others out there. Now we have a fun way of finding them. Frightening. Truly frightening.

    “Extended soakings” is one of the reasons I no longer wear ANYTHING white. 😉

    -G

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  28. I fear a new addiction has been created. We’ve known there were others out there. Now we have a fun way of finding them. Frightening. Truly frightening.

    “Extended soakings” is one of the reasons I no longer wear ANYTHING white. 😉

    -G

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  31. Please forgive me, but there is something comical about a husband’s tidy whiteys and hidden brownies in the same paragraph!!!! And then to talk about an extended soaking!!!!

    You gave me a much needed a giggle for the morning.

    Madame Butterfly

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  32. Please forgive me, but there is something comical about a husband’s tidy whiteys and hidden brownies in the same paragraph!!!! And then to talk about an extended soaking!!!!

    You gave me a much needed a giggle for the morning.

    Madame Butterfly

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