Back in September, 2016, The Squire put a piece of PVC pipe in the linen closet to hang up all of the spray bottles. During dinner yesterday he spilled gravy on a white polo shirt, and asked me what to use to keep it from getting stained.
I told him we had several types of laundry pre-wash, and made a “squeezing” motion with my hand. He trotted into the bathroom with the shirt, and when he returned he remarked, “It’s a good thing we understand each other.”
Sometimes, when you’ve been married as long as we have, there are no words necessary.
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