Last night I asked my husband at least 4 times to fold the clothes he had washed while I was out of town this past weekend so that I could wash a load from my trip. He finally got around to doing it and complained the entire time about how I needed to start ironing his clothes like his mom used to do. She would do all her ironing on one or two nights a week and was still doing his even after he moved out and turned 28. So last night as I was straightening the bed that is never made because he is generally the last one out of it every morning, I had a bright idea. So I made the deal with him that if he properly made the bed every morning I would iron 5 or 6 shirts a week and pants to go with them. He agreed. I knew it would be a good deal to make because 1) if he did follow through with it, it would only be 5 or 6 shirts compared to the 15 he used to send his mom every week; and, 2) I suspected that he wouldn't follow through.
He left this morning before me and the bed wasn't made.
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so how is the deal going ?
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