My dearest has been working on the laundry so I can relax a bit after getting my new office set up just the way I want it. I do not know how he managed to do this, but it came from the dryer still hot and wrinkled. My scrubs are mangled beyond comprehension. I am so pleased that he wanted to chip in and help. I have been feeling very bogged down with the move in addition to insane hours I have been keeping with work, plus getting Evan started at a new school. He knows this, and thus decided to help me. What a great man I married, but really...I mean really, I want to say " Honey, just please don't help with the laundry. Now I have to iron my scrubs. Scrubs are not meant to be ironed.
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