I was chatting on skype with a friend today and this subject came up.
This funny but only too true story likely applies to most of us men.
I told this story to a group of friends, but with lots of errors ( getting poked in the ribs when I made an error)
We transcribed the dialog more from a " spoken" form rather than a " written form, I hope that shows as you read it.
There are a few interesting words mixed in just as they would be normally used,
Remember this is Spanish of Mexico.
Read it and have a laugh,Translate it if you wish. I will do corrections along with our native speaking friends here who so kindly assist me in these things.
But in any case post an answer or a question, Hope you enjoy it.
Here it is:
Paco, la lavandería y el lavado de la ropa.
Cuando construimos nuestra casa, pusimos la lavandería en la cocina,
escondido en un closet porque mi esposa usualmente está lavando la ropa, y la
cocina es el lugar donde siempre estamos.
Mi esposa me prohíbe lavar la ropa porque yo no la separo con excepción
de los colores oscuros o claros.
Ella es muy quisquillosa cuando lava la ropa. Distingue la ropa sucia por
colores, texturas y funciones, por lo tanto, lava continuamente.
Cuando yo he tenido que lavar, ella invariablemente me regaña.
Sigilosamente se acerca la lavandería, abre la lavadora, inspecciona y critica:
¡Paco! ¡Ya mezclaste todo otra vez! ¡Esto es un desastre!
As always please advise if you see a typo or other error