Today I washed our new pink and red striped sheets. When I opened the washing machine after the cycle was done, my eyes widened when I saw a couple of things that were not part of the sheet set staring up at me. Apparently, I had left some of my husband's underwear in the machine, unbeknownst to myself. I carefully removed the monstrosities from the machine, holding them as if they contained C4 that could explode with the slightest movement (pretty much the same way I handle his underwear before I put it in the wash). For a second, I had a brief hope that maybe my husband wouldn't notice that his underwear was now a subtle shade of pastel. Then I remembered that he isn't blind.
He'll look right pretty in them pink underwear.