Just venting because I know there will be sympathetic ears here...

For some unknown reason, my husband thought he would be "helpful" and throw my laundry in with his. I just came home and pulled a pair of tights, lacy underwear, a bra, and two brand new knit tops (worn once, this was the first washing) out of the dryer. Gah. I'm just hoping the shirts didn't shrink -- one of them looks smaller now.

I'm afraid to even ask if he washed them in hot or cold water.

After I calmed myself, I told him as nicely as I could that I really appreciated the thought, but I prefer he leave my laundry up to me!