So I'm doing laundry. First load is done in the washer and I'm throwing it in the dryer. As I'm pulling the first article of clothing out of the washer I notice a big black spot on it. I kinda brush it off because they were a pair of scrub pants FI now uses for painting/working around the house in....who knows what it could be? Then I pull a few other articles out...2 bras, my white tank tops, one of FIs nice collared shirts....with the same black spots. "WTH?", I'm thinking. Then it dawns on me. The majority of this load consisted of FIs work scrubs. "If he left a damn pen in his scrub top I might strangle him", I think to myself as I start frantically emptying the washer to find the culprit. Sure enough...there it is at the bottom of the washer. A stupid pen. GAH! Why can't he just empty his stupid pockets when he takes his clothes off?! We've had this discussion before...except he's usually good for leaving his list of patients in his pockets. The worst of that is the mess of shredded paper that comes out. His response when I asked/told him to clean his pockets out? "Well...you should check before you throw them in. I can TRY to remember to empty then though." Are you freaking kidding me? Now he's really gonna get it. I'm so pissed I almost wanna go upstairs and wake him from his 3rd shift slumber by throwing that damn pen at his head...and then telling him I'm leaving for the mall to replace the clothes that got ruined by the pen that he TRIED to remember to take out of his pocket when he got undressed. GAH! SERIOUSLY?