by Gerry Conway
Every once in a while I need to smack myself upside the head. (I’m pretty sure other people think I should do this more often than I do, but bear with me.)
This morning I was about to do the laundry (I do the laundry in my house because I’m a Woke Husband; the fact I’m also hopelessly OCD about how the laundry should be done has nothing to do with it) when I discovered that our housekeeper had left some rags in the washing machine several days earlier without telling me, and now they smelled of mildew. I was annoyed and started to complain about it to my miraculously tolerant wife Laura when I paused and mentally smacked myself upside the head.