Came back from our weekend getaway in Melaka last night. Since Tricia was restless and hungry for milk, I rushed back home before I managed to pick up the laundry from the shop. Hubby, who was on his way back, offered to pick the laundry up for me. He came home with a plastic bag full our clean clothes and... someone else's ironed clothes. I called him to bring the shirts to me, inspected them and saw that they were clearly not ours. I asked hubby, "can't you see they're not your shirts". Hahaha. Men...
Lucky the laundry shop was still opened and we managed to get our clothes back. Since we didn't lose our shirts, I think the incident was really funny. Hahahaha.
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