The Deep Questions of Life

Confession time:

I don't iron my sheets. Ever. I know, there goes my perfect woman image I've worked so hard to develop out here.

In fact, there's a very good chance that my sheets will go into a heap onto the sofa for the day while I finish up the other laundry and then get put onto the bed, in all their wrinkled glory, just before I'm ready to crawl into them. Hopefully they'll escape Miss Ky's Cheetos handprints and endless farting competitions that occur in that room.

I didn't even know that people actually ironed sheets until recently.

Unless your spouse is (becoming increasingly) OCD (like mine), chances are he/she just doesn't care. So why? Do you have a lot of guests come to your room? Snobs that secretly twitter to other friends, "You'll never believe what I am looking at right this very minute!"

The same people fold underwear.

I can kind of understand (if I reeeeally stretch) where you'd want pressed sheets at the end of a long day,
but could someone please enlighten me on the importance of having perfectly folded underpants?

Maybe you know something I don't.

Like maybe there's a safety report somewhere stating that homes with folded underpants burn slower than homes with undies shoved in askew among equally abused socks-- maybe the compactness of the drawer suffocates flames?

Or maybe there's a medical thesis trying to prove wrinkled granny panties cause vericose veins?

Seriously, do you fold or toss? Who taught you to do it? Why?

I'm just thinking there's more important things to do with the 2.15 minutes I gain by throwing my undies all willy nilly into a drawer, like picking chewing gum out of a certain toddler's hair. Or wiping urine off the toilet seat so that I don't sit in it...again.

I might even be able to whip out a post about nothing.

You never know.