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’.
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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.
Oooh can Joe come for a visit? If he folds our laundry I’ll pay him with as much sangría and paella as he wants (just to try and balance the PJ/DJ thing). 😀 Eric can’t fold a t-shirt to save his life.
Oh, and do you remember our big plans for this fall? Boom go the plans, Eric got fired on Friday. Now we’re enjoying the sweet life of being together 24/7.
When I met Tom I had NO responsabilities outside of grad school (which was winding down) and the Pegasus. I was PARTY RO to say the least. I’ve been thinking about it alot with my 30th approaching-and I think GRANDMA RO suites me much better 🙂
I think domestic Joe suites him much better too:)
This is a soar subject for me. I did Roses laundry once because hers was pay to use at her apartment and I have have been doing it ever since. I have no idea how I got stuck with this job. Folding is the worst part. I did become a master at getting stains out though. I hope Joe don’t mind if I bring a few loads to Turkey Festa for him.