Daddy had a few clothes that needed to go to Goodwill. My daughter- in- law volunteered to take care of that project. She instructed my grandson to get the clothes off Daddy Buck’s bed. He obeyed her command.
When I got to daddy’s the next morning, he was laughing.
He said, “my dirty clothes are gone.”
Daddy had not clarified which bed held the Goodwill donation. They were still on the bed in the guest room and his dirty laundry was on its way to Goodwill. That was one way to take care of dirty laundry! I sure hope his holey t-shirts were in that stack!
