Johnny decided to bring his friend to the house today to help clean. I'm not opposed to help with cleaning by any means, but this particular friend is a bit off his rocker and it was a bad day for company.
Since it's been cold, I've been dressing in the living room. We have the gas furnace in there, and I don't like disturbing Johnny bright and early. You can probably guess where this is going.
I walk in the house and realize that two pairs of my underwear are just having a dandy time in the middle of the floor! I had planned on doing laundry today because classes let out early for me today.
If he noticed them, he didn't say anything. When I got inside, I hid them behind my backpack! Here's hoping he didn't notice my smiley-face undies by the TV.
Name: Amber Age: 20 Location: West Virginia What brought you to us: Hating to clean. Tell us a cleaning horror story of your own: I asked my fiancé Johnny to do a couple loads of laundry while I was out. He did them. However, instead of folding them or putting them away, or even sorting them towels/his/mine, he made a huge pile on the bed. When I returned home (exhausted and sleepy) to find this pile, I had to postpone my rest for at least an hour, trying to sort through everything and put them all away.