Well, the saying around our house right now is "Hubby needs a new pair of underwear."
Seriously.
Picture this: I'm minding my own business, folding laundry in our bedroom while T is watching something probably horribly violent in the living room with one of his friends in an attempt to gain back some of their testosterone after said friend's wife and I dragged all four of us to a completely awful chick flick, of which I will leave unnamed. Ugh. It was bad.
Where was I? Oh yes. Folding laundry.
Okay, so here I am folding laundry when I come across something strange: it looks like a string of overstretched elastic attached to something that might have been Tarzan's first feeble attempt at a loin cloth before Jane brought him out of the jungle and civilized him.
It was only then that I realized that this primal g-string slightly resembled a pair of boxers that T must have worn in a bygone age.
Which brings me to the point of this post.
Why is it that men will just grab "whatever" from the closet no matter what it is or the manner of repair it is in?
I don't get it.
We must have this conversation all the time that he needs to tell me when his clothes become tatters pieces of days past.
Just tell me you need new freakin' clothes!
But he just says: "Well, I just doesn't think about it."
Yup. Got that, hun.
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My husband (the engineer) had kept every single piece of clothing since he was a child. When we moved to Utah...I slowly started getting rid of stuff. In addition to that...he also had tons of clothes because he did laundry ONCE A MONTH.
He will not let me throw away his football jersey from high school and the windbreaker that he wore on a class trip in 1979.
Haha my goodness thats unfortunate. im the same with some of my clothes..especially if its a pair of jeans that im fond of. hehe. i'm really curious what movie it was...
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