Don't Say Anything

Last night when Mark came in, he brought his work coats in and laid them in a pile by the kitchen door and told me they needed washed before tomorrow.

Being the good wife I am, I put them in the washer right away.

This morning after breakfast he asked for his coat.

OOPS!

They were still in the washer,  They were still wet.

I looked at him and he said, "They're not dry are they?"
I didn't answer.

He is on his way to True Value in a coat one size to small he found in the garage.

If you see him, don't say anything.

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