{ "Laudry is like the French language," he said. "There are so many exceptions!" // Watching (and hearing) my husband do laundry is one of the best parts of my entire life. He's hilarious. Like, really, comedy show kind of hilarious. I laugh and laugh like a good wife should, because hearing his incessant rant on the mysteries and mathematics of "Dark, Greys/Beiges and White" are a a concept too complex to execute without a fight. I don't blame him. Bring in patterns and turning things inside out, it's next level. I haven't even brought in the notion of putting certain items in a smaller net to keep them from getting wrecked in the tumble. (Yes, letting some of my clothes suffer for the sake of the learning process). Excuse me as I go explain which temperature goes with which color... // Me: "Nat, what is the logic behind hot water? What does it do to colored clothes?" "It washes them really well." } #freecomedyshowonWoodland #itsthelittlethings #laundryalgebra #itsjusthowmymomtaughtme #LaVieEstBelec (at Ville de Verdun)