After a long and arduous day one likes to come home and find sanity. Today was not that day. But it did make me laugh so hard that I took away a days worth of work crap.
I come home and everything is normal. I can smell the laundry being done and AD is obviously upstairs, no doubt folding clothes. And I walk into the bedroom, and to my amazement, AD is there with a puzzled look on his face staring at a bunch of my bras that have been laid out on the bed.
At first I looked shocked. At least he wasn't trying them on or anything.
Me: What on earth are you doing?
AD: I can't figure out how to fold these things. The best I can do is bunch them up and stuff them in your drawer but then they took up too much room so I had to take them out. So then I took out some folded ones to see how you did it but I got lost.
I stared blankly for a minute.
Me: How can you not know how to fold a bra?
AD: I know how to take them off. (Said with a smile and wink)
I grabbed one, laid it out. Grabbed it by the middle letting it fold in two and then folded it over itself. Easy peasy.
Me: Now clean up the rest.
AD: Please would be nice
Me: Sorry, please.
AD: Want me to wash the one you're wearing?
Me: Smooth move, but not right now.
AD: Curses, foiled again.
Me: No I just said not right now.
AD (Nothing but smiles.)