I love the fact that my husband takes care of the dry cleaning, I really do. I remind myself how much I love it when I see the bag of clothes bulging at the seams and 2 lone pairs of work pants hanging in my closet. Thankfully, the place he uses turns clothes around pretty quick and Ethan brought a closetful of clothes home yesterday. I was pulling all the plastic off the hangers and flipping through to check for my clothes...still no pants. Hmmm...how do you coincidentally lose 4 pairs of women's pants?? Then I look on the bottom rod in Ethan's closet and neatly lined up in a row, still on the dry cleaner's hangers are--you guessed it--my pants.
Me: Did you take these out of the plastic already?
Him: Nope, I just put everything the closet.
Me: So these weren't in the dry cleaning you just brought home?
Me: So they've been hanging here since the last time you got dry cleaning?
Him: I guess so.
Me: Let me get this straight. I've been complaining about having to wear the same 2 pairs of pants for 2 weeks, thinking the rest of my pants were in the dry cleaning bag, and all this time they've been hanging in your closet?