Towelless

Now that we are home from Brazil, it is time to move. The plan is to fill my days, and the car, with moving things over to the new place bit by bit. I got off to a great start today.

Clothes, moved. Books, moved. Dishes, moved. Pots and pans, moved. Bath towels, moved. Problem, Jeff, as should be suspected, decided that he wanted to shower.

Being the nice wife that I am, I took Jeff's used towel and put it in with the dirty clothes. I was going to wash it for him soon. I planned on replacing with a nice, fresh towel. Putting that new towel right on the rack where his previous one laid. Unfortunately, due to my complete lack of an adult attention span, after throwing the used towel in the dirty clothes, I packed all of the clean towels and brought them over to the new house. 

This was completely unintentional. In fact, I did not think twice about it until I saw Jeff heading to the bathroom with the shower look on his face. "Oh sh*#," I responded in a slight panic. I envisioned him getting mad at my inability to think. As I shouted out, "oh sh*#" a second time, I was pleased to see the smile on Jeff's face. He was entertained by my idiocracy. I won't tell you the solution to the problem, but I am happy to report that Jeff is out of the shower and dried off.