OK this may be a circuitous route, so stay with me.
Saturday, we're getting ready to run errands. (Oh and I finally got Tom into the Eye Doc and he is getting new frames...for the first time since I have known him...so at least 19 years...he looks so hot in them. I can't wait until they are here.) Tom realizes he can't find his towel, runs downstairs to get a new one.
All is well until he is toweling off. I glance over and the towel has a big stain on it. (I am 90% sure I know what that stain was but I was trying to not gross him out. Or you.) And there are Cheerios stuck to it. CHEERIOS! "Um, honey, I think that towel is dirty." I was trying to be polite with the "think" line.
"I grabbed it out of the clean towels bin."
"Since when do we have a clean towel bin?"
"You know in the laundry room, the square hamper."
"That's for dirty towels. The clean towels are on the shelf behind the dryer."
"Since when?"
"Since we moved here."
The poor man apparently has thought I hadn't folded a towel in two and a half years. Or at least, he thought he was fortunate to score a folded towel on those occasions when I folded them and didn't put them away, but left them in a pile on the floor.
And yet he never complains. He loves me.
Oh and when I pointed out the indisputable proof of dirtiness - that is the stuck on cereal on the side of his towel. He quipped, "Well I've heard Cheerios are good for your heart."
I needed a laugh today. You provided it. Thank you.
So, your man has been using "dirty" towels for 2 1/2 years??? He never found any other clues???
Posted by: Kat | February 25, 2008 at 02:58 PM
Well, to be fair I'd say a good 60% of the time his towel conveniently disappears and I get him (and myself) a fresh one because I'm the more fastidious one on that nature. But apparently for the other 40% of the time...yes.
Posted by: Sketchy | February 25, 2008 at 03:58 PM
Eew... I'm glad to know the "clean towel fairy" comes to your house on a regular basis. Now only 40% of the time has he walked out with who knows what clinging...
I am finding this very amusing and will have a private giggle for several hours (days) about this... Tell Tom thanks from me...
Posted by: Kat | February 25, 2008 at 05:00 PM
Oh my gosh, what a great man! I love the "clean towel bin" he even had a name for something that didn't actually exist.
Posted by: Angela | February 25, 2008 at 05:12 PM
Toweling off at my dad's house means getting black hairs all over you because the man sheds like a wild beast. Not even a high-powered washing machine can cleanse the man fuzz off it.
Posted by: elasticwaistbandlady | February 25, 2008 at 09:00 PM
EWL's story reminds me of stake men's basketball - one time there was a guy who didn't need a shirt, he was so completely covered with hair. It was like a black hair t-shirt. I felt for him.
We're lucky if we can keep clean towels around... our children subscribe to the "hang up my towel, why? I was filthy dirty when I dried myself off" theory.
Posted by: Millie | February 26, 2008 at 11:30 AM
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Oh man.
Posted by: No Cool Story | February 26, 2008 at 09:19 PM
The evil robots keep eating my comments!!! WAAAAAAAA :(
Anyway, my eated commentd said: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh man.
Posted by: No Cool Story | February 26, 2008 at 09:21 PM
You crack me up! What a cute story and what a great hubby you have.
Sue
Posted by: Sue | March 04, 2008 at 08:17 AM