Laundry, Soap

While all the other blogger moms are posting about milestones and holiday fun, I'm going to write you a deeply reflective transcript, with footnote, of the conversation I had with my husband last night. I *might* have griped a little bit about the piles of clean laundry he left in our bedroom. (I know, just be glad he participates in laundry at all, right?)

Me:  I think the key to a happy marriage is separate laundry.
Him:  Yeah?
Me:  I mean, actually separate laundry rooms. You and the boys can have your Man Laundry Cave, and I want my own Launderette. It will smell like roses and have pink curtains and stuff.
Him:  And serve wine coolers.
Me:  Right, and the TVs tuned to soap operas, like Days of Our Lives and General Hospital.
Him:  Did you ever watch soap operas?
Me:  Oh sure, one summer when I was around 14, I was really into Days of Our Lives. That was when Bo and Hope got married and Marlena got kidnapped and Stefano had his face transplant.*
Him:  All that happened on General Hospital?
Me:  No, Days. I would never watch General Hospital. That show is stupid.

*Actually none of this is true; it was the summer I was 9, and Hope was supposed to be marrying some other guy when Bo kidnapped her on his motorcycle. And it was plastic surgery, on Stefano's nephew, not Stefano himself. But a face transplant did indeed occur on that show, later. I looked it up.