I never check the pockets of my family's pants before I throw them into the wash. I expect them to do that. Maybe that's expecting too much. Yesterday, I found all of the contents of my husband's wallet strewn across the kitchen table. And of course, everything was wet.
My husband walked into the room. "Woman, when are you going to stop laundering money?"
I shrugged. "Either when you start emptying your pockets, or when the police come and take me away. Whichever comes first!"
So, ladies and gentlemen. If I suddenly disappear from the blogosphere, you know that I have been caught and thrown in the brig for all of my shenanigans!