Name that Load

We all have our issues.

I know, after 12 years of being with my husband, that some things are uncorrectable, and so I laugh it off and chalk it up to a Larry-ism.

This is one of those things.

My friends came into town this last week, and prior to the week of chaos, he did laundry.

I dont complain because I like that he helps out around the house and he does do a lot. Hes just weird about the things he does.

Laundry is one of those things.

Larry does laundry like a college kid.

But first before I elaborate and explain this, I will explain the title, which will then help to explain the event at hand.

I look at laundry and I split it up into logical groups and colors and lights and darks.

Larry does that too.

But....

Larry can do the laundry in 3 loads or less (queue up the name that tune intro music).

I swear, in my head I see him as a college kid using his foot to stuff more laundry in the machine.
When I pull the laundry out its like a wet clothing bundt cake. Solid, and full. I cant even usually get it out of the washer without spilling socks or something on the floor. Its actually quite comical.

So thats larry. Name that load... I can do it in 2 loads or less!

And he wonders why its still dirty afterwards...sigh...another Larryism..

Gotta love him.