It’s been a bit of a tiring (yes, tiring – not trying) week for me. I want to say I’m not sure if that’s good or bad, because I want to believe there might be some good in being this exhausted. The good part would be that I’m kind of surprised it’s already Thursday—like really, the whole week is almost gone? That went fast.
Of course, other than dragging my ass out to do two interviews for a feature I’m writing on deadline, I slept all but four hours of Wednesday. So there’s a whole lost day vibe going on.
Anyway, I needed a break. Tomorrow I’ll kick it in gear and get my feature written, or at least get a first draft. Tonight, I needed to laugh. And when I need to laugh out loud, belly grabbing, tears running down my leg kind of laughing, there are a few go-to blogs I can pop in on for some good guffaws.
One of my favorites, The Bloggess never disappoints. Her latest post got me thinking about the weirdest advice my mother ever gave me. It was hard to come up with something. Not that she didn’t give me tons—megatons even—of advice, but most of it was good.
I know, it turns out mother are always right.
Then I remembered the weirdest of some pretty not weird words my mother shared with me. She told me, “Any time you think about marrying a man, ask yourself if you can stand to smell his dirty sox and underwear.”
It still makes me laugh. I can’t help conjuring a picture of literally nose sucking stinking foot and butt clothing. I don’t even want to go into the situations where this might arise.
Some kind of kinky foreplay?
Honestly, though, I knew what she meant because at the time she was emptying my father’s clothes hamper to do the laundry. So not only did she have to sniff these smelly items retrieving them from the bottom of the hamper, she had to handle them, launder them and fold them.
As it turned out, it might have been the best advice my mother ever gave me. Many times when my stomach was executing back flips and my heart was going pit-a-pat over some Studley Do-Right ( do me right, do me wrong, who cares just do me now), I’d hear my mother’s words and immediately the image of his smelly unmentionables would pop into my head. The steamy moment was murdered; talk about your birth control.
Bottom line, you really, really have to love somebody (man or woman) to be willing to get that up close and personal with their smelliest laundry. So, thank you Mom, for the weirdest, best advice you ever gave me.
Oh, and btw, I married a man who does all his own laundry.
Drop a comment on me and share the funniest, weirdest or worst advice your mother ever gave you.
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September 8th, 2017 at 2:38 am
This made me chuckle! It reminded me of the ‘ask yourself if you can stand to listen to him chew” advice I got. In the end I couldn’t stand the way my ex husband slept lying down – but I can tolerate pretty much anything from my now husband! Except, I will never sniff his socks or underwear. He too does his own! Thank you for brightening a rainy morning! 😘
September 8th, 2017 at 4:23 am
Thank you Judith for putting a smile on my face this morning, great advice ❤
September 8th, 2017 at 4:55 am
Mine does a lot of the laundry too. Never seems to get as far as putting the darned stuff away though. Which reminds me what is on my to do list for today!
September 8th, 2017 at 5:28 am
😂 OMG. What a hilarious visual. And excellent advice on both a literal and figurative level. Thanks for sharing this. Humor is an especially beautiful thing right now.
September 8th, 2017 at 6:42 am
My man does all the laundry so he must love us a lot! (He vacuums too-FOR THE WIN!)
September 8th, 2017 at 6:57 am
Bwahahha I love that. And seriously it may be the best love advice ever. ❤️❤️
September 8th, 2017 at 10:07 am
OH What GREAT advice and I loved the way you shared it!
September 8th, 2017 at 11:55 am
I laughed OUT LOUD and startled the dog and the cat. 😀