Tagging

Or rather un-tagging. I never took a tag off anything why? I don't know. Not because it was cool remember the early to mid ninety's when leaving your tags on was cool? Not like that. I just never did. All of a sudden it bugs the piss out of me and there is tags on everything, they have to go. Part of my recent scissor fetish I suppose. So I set out around my house to de-tag everything. EVERYTHING. Clothes,towels,toys,oven mitts, towels, pillows and mattresses (yes I know it's against the law!) everything! Tags have to go. Before I absolutely had to have the tags ON. My husband would ask, "hunny could you please cut this tag out of my shirt?" I would reply "NO! No way, what if I forget how to wash it? What if I need the ironing directions or need to check the fabric content?" Of course you are not allowed to cut that itchy tag out of your shirt nor are the children. The baby must suffer to. Never mind that we have a full time housekeeper who does all of our laundry and doesn't speak a work of English.