So... I'm upstairs cooking in the kitchen (with my vintage apron on - how 1950s housewife of me) and my dear husband decides to help me out. I hear the dryer going, and four hours ago before I went to the grocery store and the bank I told him he could switch the laundry, none of my shrinkable things were in the washing machine. So like I said I heard the dryer. I went down to put another load in (the laundry is my job after all - we divide and conquer the housework). And this is what I see.
Please note the nice folded clothes in the basket. Those were sitting right under the dryer. I thought that clearly meant: "fold me and put me in the basket just like this" But he had other ideas. I would be pissed if I wasn't laughing so hard. Boys, sigh.