As I'm nearing an important birthday in a few years (I won't mention which one), my husband has begun to tease me about the approaching hazards of middle age: aches and pains, slower metabolism, faulty memory, etc.
I haven't paid any attention to him.
That is, until yesterday.
I was in the middle of doing laundry and had just finished folding a batch of clothes. When I opened the washer to get the wet ones out, it was empty.
What??? I was completely mystified because I distinctly remembered starting the washer and pouring in a capful of detergent. I wandered into my bedroom, where I had been sorting the dirty laundry.....
And there it was. The
STILL unwashed pile of clothes I thought I'd put in the washer, sitting on the floor in all its dirty glory. Apparently, I'd started the washer, put in the soap, let it run the full cycle, and FORGOT TO ADD THE CLOTHES.
Just don't tell my husband....he'd never let me live it down!!