Originally posted by Big Dad
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I delight whenever she asks me (maybe once a quarter) to help her with laundry, because I know that bleach will be used correctly, darks will wash with darks, my jeans will be hung without a wrinkle down the middle of the front pant leg, and shit will get folded stat. FML
I still have to hold a clinic on how to fold a pair of men's pants & put them on a hanger (not a wire hanger you idiot!). I swear, the next time I catch my jeans on a wire hanger, sagging & wrinkling, she's catching that hanger across her hamstring when she's not looking. End of story.
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