Love means never having to say you’re sorry.
And marriage? That means never having to say you’re sorry you have to hang the wet laundry up inside the house.
Or perhaps it does.
Sheila is not having a good day at all. It’s “another wet Monday” – of course it’s Monday – and there she is with a big laundry basket brimming with soppy socks and drippy drawers. She has to fling it over the lampshades and hang it from the bedposts and the towel rack and shower rod. I mean, she can’t toast it dry in the oven, right? Right. That’s only logical.
Ah, but try explaining that to Roderick. Here he comes, marching in – in a tuxedo, it looks like – and pronounces the place a shambles.* Where’s he been all day, a nightclub? He’s lucky he doesn’t get a wet sock right in the face!
The helpful, slightly smarmy friend in these little advertising dramas is supposed to show up about now, and there she is, right on cue. This one brags that although she lives in a tiny flat, her laundry is not a shambles. She has a Parnall Auto-Dry. The little minx! That’s how she makes the time to go nightclubbing every day. Like Roderick. Hmmm.
…Next thing you know, Sheila has got him to buy her the very same Auto-Dry. We really can afford it, darling, she says. In other words: you’d better pony up, mister. Or else there’ll be a nice, big wet blanket for you in next week’s shambles.
[A big thank you to Amy at I Love Retro Things for the ad.]
And thank you to Traci of Just Bloggled (I love that name!) for this I Love Lucy award – I am a huge I Love Lucy fan; we have the entire DVD set of the series and watch them often. The picture in the award is from Lucy and Ethel’s stint as candy makers, dipping cream centers in chocolate: “I’m a Big Dipper from way back.” I’m as thrilled as Lucy is when she’s about to get onstage at the Tropicana!