So before he goes to work,  nightflurry asks me to fold his laundry and put it on his bed so he can put it away when he gets home. It's a simple, easy task which I can certainly do, no problem. Sometime during the day, I get the laundry folded for him, drop it on his bed, and resume what I was doing. He comes home, ignores the laundry until he's just about to go to bed, then finally he goes to put it away. I then learn that folding the laundry was pointless, as he just stuffs the clothing into the drawer, and I wonder why he asked me to fold it to begin with, but I digress. The first thing he goes to put away is his underwear. He opens the top drawer and proceeds to stare at it for what seems like ever. I ask him what he's doing, and he says "I have to make sure I'm doin' it right." Yes folks, he has forgotten what drawer he keeps his underwear in. Finally, he throws it in the drawer, and starts to put everything else away. When he gets to socks though, he opens that top drawer again, frowns, and exclaims "No! I got it wrong!" and tears the underwear out of there, stuffing it quickly into another drawer.


Ladies and gentlemen, this is the man I live with.