JerseyJanice
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My son and his tissue filled pockets.
I swear I check all his clothes before they go in the washer. I pull every pocket inside out of his pants. I stick my hand through all the kanga-pockets on his sweatshirts, but no matter how well I think I've checked his clothing, I still get tissue debris all over the dryer.
Argh!
I swear I check all his clothes before they go in the washer. I pull every pocket inside out of his pants. I stick my hand through all the kanga-pockets on his sweatshirts, but no matter how well I think I've checked his clothing, I still get tissue debris all over the dryer.
Argh!


When we first were married we lived in the city and had to go to the laundromat, so things piled up. He INSISTED that he did the laundry better than me...especially on Sunday afternoons. He would go over and do our laundry while watching NFL football on the laundromat TVs. Oh well, all these years later, he is still better at laundry than me!