We enjoy shopping and finding deals on clothes. A couple of weeks ago, my guy and I were driving over to our usual restaurant for lunch.
"Is that wool?" I asked him, reaching over and touching his arm.My guy successfully removed the paint with a special kit that we both got at Costco a while back. We had bought a huge tub of Pink Solution, which is a multi-purpose cleaner. It used to be pink, but the company removed the dye. My guy affectionately calls it cum solution, because it looks exactly like semen.
"Yes, my blazer is wool. Unfortunately, i got paint on the sleeve," he told me, showing it.
"Oh, no. Woolly is not happy," I noted. It's another nickname, as he called himself that one day.
"I know. It's tough enough to find a brown blazer that fits me. It cost me $60 USD for this jacket," he explained, slowly starting to whine.
"It's okay. I am sure that we can remove the paint."
Anyway, we both enjoy doing laundry. I love hanging my clothes outside to dry when the weather is warm and nice. My guy enjoys folding laundry. He goes one step further and takes pride in ironing his shirts and pants.
We are neat, clean freaks to a certain extent. We see nothing wrong with being who we are.
