Missing Laundry

After doing the laundry the other day, I noticed that a heavy sweatshirt of Jeff's was not quite clean. Being the excellent wife and launder that I am, I placed the sweatshirt in the dryer for just a few minutes to top it off.

Anytime I place anything in the dryer, my not so good launderer side comes out. The side that leaves clothes in the dryer, unthought of, and forgotten about. That is what happened to Jeff's beloved sweatshirt. Lost in the shuffle of my brain.

A few days passed and Jeff noticed that his sweatshirt hadn't come up with the rest of the laundry. Rather than asking me where it was, he went ahead and accused. Yup, accused.

Although I've left clothes in the dryer plenty of times, he was surprised. He was surprised because he assumed that I had shrunk his sweatshirt and stashed it away trying to hide the evidence.

I was totally offended for a multitude of reasons. First and foremost, how dare he question my honesty like that. He can accuse me of shrinking things all he wants. In fact, he does. And, in fact, I do. The thing that gets me is, I have never tried to hide it before. I may get slightly defensive about the shrinking accusations, but I do not try to hide my work.

In fact, I remember one time in particular, I shrunk a nice hooded sweatshirt. And, may I remind you, Jeff, I did not try in the least to hide the remnants. I wore them proudly around because, well, they fit me nicely!
I paraded around in that hooded sweatshirt like it was my own; wearing it to the mall, to basketball games, and just to lounge around in.

So, no way in H-E-double hockey stick was I going to start hiding my shrinkage now. I would have showed it off with pride. If only men could take a lesson for me!