Perhaps I should rename my blog. Peeing in the Twin Lane.... catchy, huh?
This is not actually a urine themed TIHT. I know guys. Wipe away those tears of disappointment and soldier on.
My sweet husband, in an apparent attempt to either make laundry easier or cause midday vomiting for his wife, does this:
However, what actually happens is I pick up the socks, and inspect them for visible signs of dirtiness. Usually, they look fairly clean, and I'm not going to create extra laundry by washing perfectly clean socks. I'm also not going to put dirty socks back in his drawer, so I give them the ol' sniff.
Apparently, one of my shortcomings that was coincidentally first noticed when doing the poop-check-butt-sniff on my babies, is that I can't just take a little sniff of something. It's all or nothing.
And when I take a huge whiff of worn-all-day dress socks and I'm expecting them to smell like sunshine and laundry soap, it pretty much ruins my day.
What's getting under your skin on this beautiful Thursday?
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