Originally Posted by TheMamaHauser

I grocery shopped and then reorganized my husband's clothing. Cause he's only 36 years old and wholly incapable of folding his own damn t-shirts. See, when we moved here last year, I hung EVERYTHING... I don't hate folding, but it torques me off to see everything I'd folded dumped all over the place due to a search. Hangers = problem solved.

So he says, "Oh but what a bunch of wasted dresser drawers." SERIOUSLY WHO CARES?! *sigh* He's been grumping about it and keeps mentioning it and quite frankly, it was either fold the clothes or fold his body... into a cardboard box.

Sorry, I really needed to rant a little bit there. Why can't everyone just shut up and accept that my plan is the correct plan ALWAYS and that arguing just pisses me off and makes me more apt to show how much right-er I am in a snotty, I told you so kind of way.