Chores

I am not certain Conrad should be allowed to do laundry any longer.

He had a business trip (had to leave Sunday AM) this week, so he went ahead and did laundry this weekend. He started Saturday morning while I went to the gym and the library... so I paid not much attention to what he was doing. *I* think he is very particular about his laundry- he disagrees, but I let him do it whenever he can... because *I* say he's a little weird about his laundry.

Anyway, the laundry thing goes on all day because we're in and out of the house. He does the last load somewhere around dinnertime and our neighbor comes and knocks on the door. Neighbor has been doing some MAJOR renovations and Conrad was interested in doing the same ones (same floor plan), so he came over to grab C and show him the finished work.

About two hours later, I'm walking down the hall and I see my unmentionables HANGING FROM THE HALL TREE near the front door. Funny, funny guy.... so when neighbor came to the door and Conrad opened it, I am SURE, QUITE SURE he got an eyefull. How lovely... thank goodness everything was 1) clean and 2) not some wild unusual color.... ah..... he laughed and laughed when he heard me scream COOONNNNNNNNRAAAAAAADDDDDDD across the house...

Conrad says if your bra is big enough to fit over your head, then you should be proud... not ashamed. Hmmm... Conrad may not be allowed to do laundry any more.

Also a big SHOUT OUT to my Uncle Dick, who I found out is reading my blog!!!
He is the one who called me Dingbat all through my childhood years. Memories...