Mike and I are very civilized. . . we split the chores. He cooks, and I bake. . .and sometimes I even clean up. He loads the dishwasher, I unload it. He puts everything in the washer and dryer, and I fold and put everything away. Well this ‘separation of duties’ seemed to be working out really well, until the sweater. Yes, we’ve had our fair share of shrunken things. . . a towel even turned pink on him. But nothing like my sweater, one of my favorites, that would now–fit a child. I kid you not- i put it on and immediately started singing and dancing around the room “fat man in a liiiiiiitle jacket”. I had hoped my muscles were big enough to rip through it, but alas its back to the gym with me and my biceps. He could not stop laughing, while I stood there in a sweater fit for a 7 year old.