Two weekends ago I was packing for a business trip and progressing through the chore list. I had washed the clothes, though not made it to the sheets and towels. Time was up.
I could swear I said, “Sunday, when I come back, I’ll wash the sheets.”
She insists it was, “Someday, when I come back, I’ll wash the sheets.”
We had one of those good laughs where she pauses for a glowering look, then continues with a laugh in a different tone.