Sorry H, It's Too Late for a Dowry

Yesterday retirement looked like this:

homemade marmalade filled 'doughnut muffins'

and like this:

 homemade Nutella brownie bites

Today retirement looks like this:

You might be wondering what the above photograph depicts.  Well, that would be my flooded kitchen floor from me mistakenly thinking my washing machine was finished and opening the machine door before it had drained, not once, not twice, but THREE times.

If H keeps up his track record of late nights at the office the floor might by dry by the time he gets home.  If not maybe a muffin will distract him...too bad they are currently unreachable without rain boots.

What True Love Looks Like aka Our Laundry Machine Takes 4+ Hours to Wash and Dry a Single Load

True love is when H thanks me for doing the laundry, when his undershirts go into the dresser drawer looking like this:

 

And he means it.

True love is also when H doesn't mind that I hang my underwear to dry from his (in use) shirt hangers.  Fingers crossed that we don't have any static cling emergencies.