This morning my husband was getting dressed to go golfing with his friends and he couldn’t find his khaki pants. Had I seen them? I stood in our bedroom and thought about it, but I haven’t seen either pair of his khaki pants in ages. After he settled on another pair of pants and left for the golf course I looked in the closet to see if I’d hung them up instead of folding them and putting them in his drawer like usual, but no khakis. So I emptied the dirty clothes hamper upstairs and no khakis. Then I went to the laundry room in the basement and emptied the dirty clothes hamper down there. Still no khakis. I went back upstairs to our bedroom, opened his pants drawer, and found both sets of khakis, folded neatly below his jeans.
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it’s hard to be a boy
He must have looked pretty hard for them! HA! It must be genetic!!!