Elysha sent me this photo yesterday with a message that read:
“Taking the liberty of throwing these away, honey.”
I want to go on the record as saying that:
It took me a moment to identify this photo as underwear.
I swear that my underwear did not look like that when it entered the washing machine. My underwear as clearly engaged in a washing machine rumble of sorts.
Even if Elysha’s underwear looks as damaged as mine, I would not have thrown them away without her permission because I’ve ruined too much of her clothing already to take any chances.
I was pleased to see that Elysha was folding my laundry, though I also know that so did so only to clear a path for her own laundry.
Underwear is a weird word. Elysha can rightly say that she’s throwing away “these” even though she’s only throwing away a single item, or she could’ve said that she was throwing away “a pair of underwear” even though there’s nothing about underwear that would cause you to see them as two of anything.