Classic FAS

Last night Mike asked me if he could throw in a load of laundry while I was in bed. I said sure.

This morning, at 6:30 a.m., I woke him up. It was obvious I had just crawled out of bed. He said, “Is my laundry dry?”

I said, “i don’t know. I haven’t been downstairs yet.”

I assumed he had gone down and put it in the dryer. This morning I went downstairs and found his clothes still in the washer.

That is SO FAS.