My husband’s former job required him to wear uniforms, which were cleaned weekly by a service company. One particular morning we were both running late for work but somehow managed to make lunches, grab some coffee and bag his soiled work garments. As we left the house, I felt relief that we had managed to pull the morning off despite our haste.

   That evening when my husband arrived home he told me the cleaning company could not do all of his cleaning. I was puzzled until he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of my panties! Boy, was my face red as he tossed me a handful of lace! Now we always sort his uniforms the night before!