When Keren and I first got our own place, I tried to do something nice for her so I washed all our dirty laundry. She came home to our clothes folded and hung up. She was so happy, I decided to keep doing it. Well one day she came home and had a small stain on her favorite white cheerleading jacket from high school. I told her I'd take care of it. I sprayed some stain remover and threw it in the washing machine along with some other white clothes. When I opened the washer, everything was pink. My white shirts pink, socks pink, her favorite white jacket... PINK! Evidently I accidentally mixed my new red shirt in there somehow. Keren walked out of the bedroom and saw her jacket. She cried. Her jacket cried. Then she slapped me so hard I turned pink as well. I cried. I don't do the laundry anymore.