My financial controller has been treading on dangerous ground for a long time. When she is away, I have to be the domestic engineer. Because she was in a meeting this week, after I did the weekly shopping trips, I did the laundry. I am now quite expert in the field. Little does she know, if I get a better offer, we are going to have to negotiate at least a boat and motorcycle.
She came home before I finished and asked what was in the dryer. "Jeans," I replied. Jeans are always the last load. But, this week, I thought I would mix it up a bit and do them before the shirts.
She promptly turned on the lights in the laundry room which does not need lighting usually. But then, she turns on the lights while the washer and dryer run. I think she believes the clothes are afraid of the dark. She usually turns on all the lights in the house while she folds clothes.
If I can take apart and put together an M1 rifle in the dark, she should be able to do a little folding.
PMO
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