For the past 15 years or so, nobody touches my laundry besides me. Certain things need to be hung, stretched out, laid on a towl…there is a scientific method to this.

Since moving in with Kevin I have done all the laundry, but my sweet boyfriend decided to do a couple loads on his own last week. I came home to find a nice pile of clean laundry on the couch, and thought how nice it was until I looked a little closer to find work skirts, sweaters, pants… this is a problem because Kevin believes that all clothes go directly from the washer in to the dryer, EEgads! I honestly used all of my self control not to completely flip out.

Kevin felt really bad about it and offered to buy me more work clothes, but I have opted for some new shoes instead, specifically these Jeffrey Campbell’s off of Bluefly.com. Aren’t they fab??!

I think that is a fair enough trade, and while I appreciate the effort, it has been made clear that he is never ever ever, for no reason, to ever touch my laundry again. Did I say ever?

Dishes, he can go ahead and have at. (those don’t shrink).