They were clean laying on the bed, so when I put them on it was not as if I was stretching wash day. They were simply on the bed because they were the pair I was going to wear. As far as I can remember, they were in the exact same place I had left them so I had no reason to doubt they were STILL CLEAN!!!!

How did I find out they weren’t clean? A couple of days later I was covered in Poison Ivy in a delicate area, you know the one. So I asked Hey You where I might have gotten it, she said: “hmmm….I did wear your boxers the other day to weed the flower bed, do you think I got into to some then?” (luckily for her, Hey You doesn’t have allergic reactions to poison ivy). We both went outside to look and low and behold, there was poison ivy in the flower bed she had been weeding.

She started laughing……..uncontrollably.

I did not.

She apologized and told me that if she had known she’d gotten into poison ivy she wouldn’t have put them back on the bed.

I believed her……and forgave her…eventually.

But not before I played the poor helpless husband for all it was worth first. One more reason I’m glad that we no longer live at the house in The Hole. Poison Ivy in a flower bed? Who’s ever heard of that? good grief.

I can laugh now, but to this day if I see boxers on the bed, the first thing I do is ask Hey You, “Are these boxers clean?”

The answer is almost always, “Yes, I haven’t worn those today”

I love my wife, she takes such good care of me.