so shane (my brother) and rachel (his girlfriend, may as well be my sister) were over for their weekly date at our house saturday night. we like to par-TAY, the way us old married folk know how to do it! you know, by watching tv and eating take-out in bed after the kids fall asleep. throw in some ice cream eaten straight from the quart and YOU WILL FORGET THAT YOU ARENT OUT AT A CLUB.
(by the way, they just revamped rachels blog and i love the new look!)
their new apartment doesn’t have a laundry hook up, so they frequently do it over here.
they were folding clothes together, when shane abruptly stopped. he was apparently finished, but there was still a pretty good pile going on.
me: “um…baby brother…your lady is still folding. get busy.”
rachel: “he can only fold PANTS.”
i roll my eyes and look at him.
shane: “well, i cant fold the rest to her specifications.”
shane: “i dont know origami.“