MIL Chronicles
Prelude: I do mine and MIL's laundry together. Then I sort them and put hers on her bed to fold and then I take care of my stuff.
MIL: oh Deb can you come here
Me: yes, ma'am (arriving in her room with her holding one of my undergarments aloft)
MIL: I don't know what this is, I don't think it's mine. (Considering there are 3 less yards of fabric than her undergarments possess)
Me: nope, those are mine sorry
MIL: what are they?
Me: underwear if you're under 80
MIL: ***big eyes***
The end.
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