Short for Big Fat Liar. Why? Because at the crack of dawn (before that actually) Mister was leaving for work and said to me, “can you hang up my clothes that are in the dryer? Don’t forget!” Because the children are out of school today (three day vacation, heaven only knows why), I was fast asleep. So I mumbled “uh-huh” then promptly forgot all about it.
Actually I did remember later that morning when they dryer buzzer kept beeping. The clothes were still damp so I set it for another 40 minutes, THEN I completely forgot all about the clothes.
Until this evening when we were out to dinner with his parents and he asked me if I remembered to hang up his clothes. And I said,
“Of course”. Meaning, “of course I will as soon as we got home.”
You know how this ends, don’t you? I forgot again. And now it’s 11:04 p.m. and I’ve set the dryer on hot because now everything is a wrinkled mess and they’re mostly Tommy Bahama silk shirts and I’m praying that
1) they aren’t ruined by being on the high setting for a little while.
2) Mister stays in his man-cave long enough that the wrinkles come out and they’re all hung up.
I’m a horrid wife sometimes.
UPDATE: I got totally busted about three minutes before I had hung everything up. He just laughed and called me a total liar. Already knew that.