Why We (I) Can’t Have Nice Things (like panties) #6
Yesterday, during a passing period at school, my friend, another teacher, walked up and whispered, “I just went to the bathroom. How did dog fur get in my panties?
“It could be worse,” I began, “I sort my laundry on the floor and Booker chews the crotch out of them.”
“I sort my laundry on the floor, too. My husband went hunting last weekend. He must’ve got into something really nasty because the puppy peed on his shirt.”
“Yuck. Do you have apple cider vinegar?” I asked.
“Pour some in the laundry. It will get the remove the smell of urine.”