The Carnivore was sorting washing when a
horrified look came over his face. Horrified and really guilty.
“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I put your
running shorts through the dryer and they’ve shrunk. I thought they’d be okay!
I’m really sorry – I’ll buy you another pair.”
The Carnivore has a bit of a history of
poor choices with laundry, like the time he put my handknit top in the washing
machine and the sleeve unravelled all around the agitator. Or the time he
washed a brand-new red T-shirt with the whites, and the “whites” all became “pinks”.
Mind you, I’m not complaining. I have a
husband who helps out a lot with housework, which is great. The occasional
ruined item of clothing is a small price to pay. I’m merely telling you this to
set the scene.
His apologetic guilt was so amusing I was
very tempted to let him suffer, but I’m not that heartless.
“It’s all right, honey. Those aren’t mine.”
Drama Duck has a pair of running shorts
just like mine – only a lot smaller!
He was one relieved husband.
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