Do you ever start doing your husbands' laundry and end with thoughts of what happened to these clothes?
I found this shirt and all sorts of questions came to me.
Did he set himself on fire at work last night and not tell me about it?
Did he fall into a vat of acid?
Was he attacked by someone with a cigarette?
What happened to these jeans?! Surely he would want to throw them away (but I was wrong, he's going to keep them). Should I sew them up? Was he attacked in prison? (hehe. ewwww...)
