Airing the dirty laundry

With a heavy heart, I regret to inform you the anniversary hint went unnoticed. That is not to say it wasn’t a lovely 14th anniversary. Sir William’s red velvet surprise was grand and unexpected. My concern is this: either he doesn’t read my blog anymore or he isn’t attuned to my subtlety.

Frankly, neither is acceptable.

Hence, I’m considering a laundry strike, which could last until my birthday next month. To give the poor fellow a little help, I left another clue he cannot miss written at eye level in the dust on the armoire in our bedroom. Yes, the same armoire that may be completely devoid of clean undergarments in the very near future.


Maid or no, a month without laundry duty makes a very fine birthday gift indeed.