Because we all know timing is everything.
I usually try to leave for a ski weekend with the rest of the household laundry done. When we get home, the ski clothes go into the laundry and right back into their duffle bag (it's important to be able to leave for skiing with nothing more than ten minutes notice—you just never know). But things fell apart a little here. I had a meeting of our P.T.A.-like organization the night before we left, still had a ton of food prep. and packing for the trip, and then had a school board meeting last night (I'm not on it, but I attend the meetings as a rep. of that P.T.A.-like group since I'm the pres. this year). And I have a job. So I've been kind of busy. And laundry from before, during, and after the trip has gone undone.
So this morning when there was a howl of dispair from the bedroom, I knew my plan was working perfectly. Husband, you see, had just discovered that he had NO CLEAN UNDERWEAR. The magical drawer had not refilled itself! Actually, one pair, but it was not the kind he likes. They're blue (that's all I'll say), and the elastic has totally given out. They are probably the last pair of underwear he ever bought for himself before he attached his caboose to my shopping engine. They are HIS BACHELOR DRAWERS. And he is not happy about them.
But I was. I think Valentine's Day Eve is a perfect time to draw attention to the valuable services I provide . . . by temporarily discontinuing selected parts of the service.
Of course before I left for work I did load the washing machine. And the next time he looks in his drawer, it might be filled with clean undies. But I'll probably put them in at the last minute (I know he'll check tonight just to see). Cause messing with his head is what I do.