Dirty Laundry

A few days ago Jeff asked politely if I had happened to do any laundry. Unfortunately, I had thought about it, but fell asleep before I got to it. Jeff giggled at the fact that I had fallen asleep and failed at my wifely duties. However, neither of us were laughing the next morning.

With laundry baskets heaping with dirty clothes, you would have to think we were running low on clothes. Turns out, we were. Jeff awoke early on Saturday morning and I noticed he decided on questionable attire. I figured maybe he was tired and not fully aware of the decisions he was making, for he simply had boxers on and then proceeded to put his sneakers on.

I couldn't help but ask where the heck he was going. When he said work, I immediately asked if he realized all he had on was boxers. The response to that was simple, as he had nothing else to wear. 

Thank goodness he had a brand new t-shirt downstairs. As for his bottoms, I'm not exactly sure what he threw on over his boxers (if anything). I was too busy sleeping. I mean it was Saturday morning!