Laundry.

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"Wow. These pants are really wrinkly," he said, as he did that shaking thing that you do to damp clothes in a futile attempt to shake out wrinkles, because you have no clue where the iron is or whether you own an ironing board, and you know you suck at ironing, anyway.

"They're my bottoms," she said. "Nobody looks at them anyway. It doesn't really matter."

He laid the pants out on the bed, to try to lay them flat and brush the wrinkles out with his hands. "Did you forget that you have gorgeous legs?" He picked up the black pants again, which had now picked up a nice layer of gray cat fur.

"I sit behind a big desk in my cube. It's really okay." She watched him hang the furry, vaguely-but-not really-less-wrinkly pants from a hanger.

"Dear," he said. He picked up the hanger, and adjusted the pants on it. "Anyone who doesn't look at your legs. . . " The pants slithered off the hanger and fell in a pile on the floor, which he hadn't vacuumed in months. "Is a MORON," he concluded, brushing vaguely at the damp, wrinkly, furry dusty pants.

Comments

[dakiwiboid.livejournal.com]

That's really sweet and romantic in a slovenly way. (And I mean that kindly. You should see MY apartment!)

[minerva42]

This made me laugh. Thanks! ^_^

[griffen.livejournal.com]

You? Are silly.

Thanks for the smile.

[ailbhe]

That's so cute. Thanks for the giggle.

[angelovernh.livejournal.com]

snicker ;)

[rebmommy.livejournal.com]

You are very funny. And you write really well. You must take after your mother.