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Domestic work with hubby
Aug. 20th, 2018 11:12 amHubby has to be bored out of his brains because he has discovered the pleasures of domestic work, like doing the laundry. Last week he kind of killed my best festive shirt by putting it into the washing machine, together with copious white work shirts and red sweat pants. All of hubby´s work shirts came out hale and, above all, white. My shirt, a two-layered one with lace, came out a soft pink. Only the lace is still white. Wearing it I look like an elderly lady going to a unicorn cosplay, so with a heavy heart I put the shirt in our old-clothes bag, though it´s technically a new one, worn only twice.
Yesterday I told hubby to not forget to bring down the new bottle of fabric softener. Hubby told me that there was a new bottle already down in the washing room. That made the warning bells ring in my head, and I knew why my bras and knickers felt somewhat itchy. Using mild detergent instead of fabric conditioner does certainly affect the wearing comfort of underwear. Sticky post for husband dearest: A pink bottle does not necessarily mean there´s rose scented fabric softener in there.
This morning I had to confiscate hubby´s newest toy, the weed burner. At first hubby did indeed burn the weed that had sprung between the stone slabs around the swimming pool, but then he began to work along the property line. The piece of ground next to us has been sold, and the new owner did not once mow the lawn this summer, so grasses are high and after the long heat wave extremely dried out. Last thing we need is a vegetation fire in the heart of our village. Never before have I been out of the pool this fast when hubby said oops, because the first blades of grass had already caught fire. Thanks to the always thirsty tomato plants there´s always a huge watering can at hand should anyone wander around the house and have mercy on the starving plants, so the mini fire got unceremoniously extinguished and the weed burner is stored in the garage till hubby forgets about it or is no more interested in setting fire to the neighbouring piece of ground. Hopefully our trip to Karpathos will settle him down a bit!
And now I have to plunge into the awesome world of baking recipes, looking for cakes even a hard-core non-baking talent might be able to produce. Need at least three of it, to feed thirty people. That will be today´s challenge ...
Yesterday I told hubby to not forget to bring down the new bottle of fabric softener. Hubby told me that there was a new bottle already down in the washing room. That made the warning bells ring in my head, and I knew why my bras and knickers felt somewhat itchy. Using mild detergent instead of fabric conditioner does certainly affect the wearing comfort of underwear. Sticky post for husband dearest: A pink bottle does not necessarily mean there´s rose scented fabric softener in there.
This morning I had to confiscate hubby´s newest toy, the weed burner. At first hubby did indeed burn the weed that had sprung between the stone slabs around the swimming pool, but then he began to work along the property line. The piece of ground next to us has been sold, and the new owner did not once mow the lawn this summer, so grasses are high and after the long heat wave extremely dried out. Last thing we need is a vegetation fire in the heart of our village. Never before have I been out of the pool this fast when hubby said oops, because the first blades of grass had already caught fire. Thanks to the always thirsty tomato plants there´s always a huge watering can at hand should anyone wander around the house and have mercy on the starving plants, so the mini fire got unceremoniously extinguished and the weed burner is stored in the garage till hubby forgets about it or is no more interested in setting fire to the neighbouring piece of ground. Hopefully our trip to Karpathos will settle him down a bit!
And now I have to plunge into the awesome world of baking recipes, looking for cakes even a hard-core non-baking talent might be able to produce. Need at least three of it, to feed thirty people. That will be today´s challenge ...
