Stop biting

It's so cold in the D.

Now you're thinking like a man. We don't care about that ****. Our CDs/DVDs obsessively arranged in alphabetical or artist or chronological order, yes. Comics arranged by superhero and/or crossover, certainly. Tasks arranged in decreasing order of desire to perform, without question.

But sheets folded? No way. We got guy stuff to do!

True story: although we don't use fitted sheets, at least on Karen's bed, where they're changed every day (we don't use fitted ones because when the bed is an orthopaedic one, and moves up and down, the sheet just tends to keep pinging off) I used to have a novel way of storing sheets, duvets, covers, bedspreads, pillow covers etc in the hot press.

I would punch them until the whole spongy mass of cloth would be flat enough to allow the doors to close, then quickly pull my hand out and slam the door before the advancing mass had time to push its way back out. Meant the next time I opened the doors they'd all leap out on me and I'd end up covered in sheets, towels, various items of clothing long forgotten, quilts etc, but it still beat folding the damn things!

Trollheat and his hot press. :love:

True confession: I actually used to iron fitted sheets, with a light mist of starch to ensure they wouldn't wrinkle due to imprecise folding. But I've been rehabilitated. :crazy:

yikez, please tell me you don't have a 'mancave'

In order to need a man cave first you have to have a wife that you are desperate to avoid

Or a mom.
Or any other cohabitant dominant femoid

Dominant huh... I guess you could stand your ground and force the wife to hang out in the garage instead but that's not very 2020 is it :laughing:

We try to compromise with you broads and you mistake kindness for weakness.

More like 'nagging'

Bah. I don't even have a manhole. Er, I mean...
:shycouch:
I wish I had someone who loved me so much that she would marry me, and that I could then be desperate to avoid. :(