The Routine

This is what happens when Kenny & I get ready to go someplace. ANYplace. Let's say, just for the sake of this post, that we have to leave at 2pm. I get in the shower at noon, and am dressed (in this case it was a dressy occasion) and completely ready to go at 1:30pm. With a half hour to spare. Why? Because of what usually happens between 1:30 and 2:30pm. Around 1:30, maybe even 1:45 Kenny gets in the shower. After he's done, he realizes that he doesn't have any clean clothes, which I had asked him the night before/hours earlier if he had what he needed to wear. His reply is ALWAYS yes/who cares. So, at this point, he asks me to HELP him find something to wear, which translates to him standing there and me looking around for something that isn't too wrinkly. Hmmm. Can you see where this is going? After throwing a small fit, he (I) finds suitable clothing, probably something that needed to be ironed, again, by me, and then we move on to the issue of the socks. I think I even posted about this not too long ago. He can't keep a match of socks to save his life. This ordeal starts, where he gets mad at me because somehow, I have sabotaged his socks. As if! After we both scamble around for socks, he probably will end up with a mismatched pair, but no one sees them anyway, so who cares, right? By now it's 2:30, and we are clearly going to be late for whatever we are going to. You think we're ready to leave now? Oh no. There's still the issue of his wallet, keys, and sunglasses. And he can't find them. EVER!! This will FOR SURE take another 10 minutes, making us even more late! I'm going to stop there, because he will probably read this and get mad at me. He has nothing to worry about, because I'm always here when he gets ready and I always help him find his shit. I guess that's why I am ready to go early to make up for his tardiness and disorganization. I should get HUGE kudos for this. HUGE!!