My MIL finally asked me where my underwear was.
She usually asks much sooner, right around the one week mark, and every time we have a verbal tug of war over my undies. Because there is no way in hell I'm going to hand over my underwear for her to wash and then hang in plain sight of the dinner table.
Every Brasilian house has a little wash room off of the kitchen. This is where you'll find the washer, and where clothes get hung to dry. Gabi could care less if her Curious George undies are on display for the neighborhood and dinner guests to see, but MY underwear will never hang there.
And now, after four whole weeks have gone by? Did she really expect me to willingly hand over 30 pairs of underwear after going to all the trouble to hide them for a month?
I actually brought 38, just to be on the safe side. And every single pair is going home with me to be washed in MY washer.
But my MIL doesn't know that. I told her I'd been throwing them away, just to make sure she didn't try to find them on her own.