“Where’s my home-made spaghetti?”

…to which he replied, “Where are my clean white t-shirts?”

Two things:

1) I get winded going down and then back up two flights of stairsĀ from the laundry room, AKA “the dungeon”.

2) We have no exhaust fan in the kitchen, AKA “the sweat shop”.

I say, “Make me my home-made spaghetti and I won’t let your whites stay in the dryer while they’re still damp when in a couple days they’ll smell like a wet dog!”

He says, “I already finished the laundry.”

I guess I’m stuck cooking…

NEXT HOME IMPROVEMENT PROJECT: Install exhaust fan in kitchen.