On December 29, 2012 I married my soulmate, and the love of my life David Shuey. Today marks 6 months that we have been married. They have been full of so much life and love, and have gone by so incredibly fast. Rather than explain all the of beautiful life that we've experienced together, I have gathered some of my favorite pictures from the adventures of our life.
Happy 6 months!!! You are the only person I would ever want to go on this crazy amazing journey with.
I've never had a good relationship with my laundry. I avoid laundry like the plague. I generally don't complete my laundry unless I have :
A) Completely run out of underwear
B) Could create a bomb shelter out of the piles of clothes hanging around.
Today Dave told me that it was indeed, time to do my laundry. (It's a little sad that my husband is the one that tells me to do my laundry.) So after a long bout of whining, and cursing Adam and Eve for making nudity a problem in the first place, I sorted my laundry.
I started with my load of whites. I was feeling quite proud of myself. Washing all the clothes. Folding all the clothes. I was beating the laundry. Or so I thought....
When I opened the dryer, I was in for quite the shock....
All of my whites were PURPLE. And I don't mean "oops-I-left-a-purple-sock-in-my-white-purple, I mean "son-of-a-bleep-i-left-my-purple-tye-dye-dress-in-the-whites" kind of purple.
I wish I could lie, and say that it was an accident. That the purple dress hid in the middle of my laundry like a sneaky little spy, but I can't. It was on purpose. The dress had lots of white and light blue in it, so I was worried about the white in the dress getting stained by my color load of laundry. Evidently I was wrong.
If there is such thing as laundry karma, I have bad karma. I don't know what I did to make the laundry gods angry, but I ruined 3 of my favorite shirts, my only pair of white shorts, and my white sweater. The good news is that now I have a purple sweater, shorts, and t-shirts. The bad news is that now I have to replace all of that. (Or maybe that's the best news....)
Being a good housewife isn't as easy as everyone makes it out to be. I don't know how my mom did all the laundry for her family of six as long as she did. I can barely do my own. I'm pretty sure after this little stunt of mine, Dave will never let me come near his white t-shirts ever again. Not that I really oppose....haha.
Lesson of the day: Purple tie-dye dresses don't go into white laundry, dummy.