I love the way Joe folds my laundry.
When I met my husband four years ago his friends and co-workers called him PJ. It stood for Party Joe.
Within six months of our dating they had switched to calling him DJ for Domestic Joe. Apparently it didn’t take me long to tie him down.
I’m sorry darling. I never set out to housebreak you.
Besides. The way you fold laundry makes me think you were ripe for the pickin’.
PS. I promise to write more soon. I returned to the paper two weeks ago. The baby/work balancing act is something I’m sure many of you are familiar with.