First Published: October 26, 2007
We really have serious issues with the dishwasher. When my wife loads it, everything is fine. When I load it, everything is fine. When one of us tries to complete the others' task, calamity ensues.
Laundry poses a similar problem. We have a tacit agreement: I stay away from the washing machine and nobody gets hurt. But when I fold the clothes the way I was taught to fold clothes, to my wife the results look hideous and alien.
Yesterday, my wife nearly freaked when she saw how I had folded the towels. She quickly calmed herself down, however and avenged herself by folding my undershirts in that hideous and alien way of hers.
I am but one step away from changing the style of this comic a bit... the scene above would really have benefitted from an extra gray tone.
On the other hand... should I really make life even more difficult for me than it already is?