Monday, March 2, 2009

Letters from the Laundry Room

Every once in a while my husband will receive an email from our laundry room -- yes, our laundry room has it's own gmail account.

Today's message went a little something like this:




From: 1151 Laundry Room

Dear Michael,

When you feed Jasper RED fruit snacks at church and then he drools RED down the front of his WHITE dress shirt, please do not casually toss the WHITE dress shirt on my floor. I do not magically stain spray items that have been tossed on my floor.

In the future, please rinse the stain in cold water and scrub with Spray 'n Wash.

IF you are unable to do the above, please hand the shirt to your wonderful wife and say -- Sweetheart, this WHITE dress shirt has a RED STAIN on the front of it and it needs attention RIGHT AWAY.

Otherwise, the cost for Jasper's stained clothing under your care (due to your stain neglect) will be deducted from your secret candy stash budget.

Thank you,
The Laundry Room

6 comments:

Heather said...

ohhh - i remember the sunday when abe came home with a big red stain on his sunday shirt from nursery. no bueno! funny how husbands are about things!!! i think my laundry room might send me an email any day now claiming it's lonely and wants some visitors.

Taryn said...

OH my that was funny..... I think my laundry room, kitchen, bathroom, house, garage, yard and so on are now getting there own email accounts. Brilliant! Thanks Angela

Ashby Family said...

oh that its too funny. I like the laundry room e-mail. I think mine might read something like "please don't dry your lovely wife's pants in the dryer because its makes them shrink and fade"

Erica said...

So funny! :)

katie and co. said...

SUPER CUTE post, Ang! That is funny.

Travis Wilson said...

So, do you have wireless, or is the laundry room plugged into the world wide webernets?

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