Women are evil plotters. Wicked. Never to be trusted.
These pants are proof.
See what I mean? My wife must do this on purpose. I swear she does. Scouts honor. And it’s evil. She knows I do not like my pants folded from seam to seam. I despise it. I loathe it. Pant legs should be folded so the seams lay against each other, so that a nice little crease forms down the middle of the pant leg.
But noooooooooo, after 22 years she still insists on folding my pants the wrong way. I found these the other night as you see them, displayed on our bed to taunt me.
I do not give her the opportunity to fold my pants very often, for the very reason that you see here. They will be folded WRONG. WRONG. ABSOTOOTLY WRONG!
It is a plot. She does it on purpose. She knows that if she folds them wrong, I will do my own laundry in an effort to keep her hands off of my pants.
Of course, it could just be that stubborn wife thing. After twenty two years, if we are having hot dogs for lunch, she insists on preparing my hot dog for me and presents it to me on a plate.. slathered in ketchup, without mustard. It’s if she enjoys watching me gag. Ketchup must never touch a hot dog. Never. It’s something she will never accept, so she insists on serving me a defiled hot dog.
I won’t go into the proper way to fold my briefs. Or how she refuses to leave the TV on when I fall asleep on the couch while watching a baseball game. Then there is the thing about turning off my music if I leave the room to tinkle.
I will get my revenge. There are ways.
shenrydafrankmann 
Sorry there brother. You need to apologize to your wife. You’re wrong about the pants. Only slacks get the crease. Kakis and jeans fold seam to seam. Period. So sayeth the fashion police.
LOL — no way. I reject the fashion police. My jeans just do not feel right folded seam to seam. And she folds khakis the same way. Besides, when I fold her clothes for her, I fold them the way she likes them. 🙂
Fair enough my friend, you be you. I understand your wife’s consternation though.
‘give her the opportunity to fold my pants.’ ummmmmm……..
That’s right. I said that. Usually I fold clothes as soon as they are done in the dryer. So I do not give her the opportunity unless I put clothes in the dryer before I go to bed. In this case, she needed the dryer for her own clothes, so she took them out. Yes, it was nice of her to fold them for me…..
Let the record state that I did not say anything to her about this foldable offense.
If these are your worst pet peeves after 22 years, I’d say your life is golden… 🙂
No comment. I am holding back because methinks I complain too much and too often!
You sound like my dad. But he was a military man who needed his trousers to be ironed and hanged the right way. He even wanted it for his civilian clothes. Sigh … what does it matter?
I totally understand your dad. My dad is that way. He was only Air Force National Guard, but still learned the discipline. His clothes closet is immaculate, chest of drawers neat and orderly.
Mir usually asks me to do the ironing for her when she needs her clothes ironed. It was kind of a joke when we first were married. She tried to sneak her things in with mine when I was doing my Sunday night ironing!
Well technically she didn’t even fold them, just laid them down. My husband is equally specific on how things should be folded, hung up. I kinda laugh at him about it but since it keeps him in a good mood when I do it his way, I do it his way. Also, since he is the one working longer hours I think it only fair that I make sure it’s all good, unless I’m pissed for some reason. Then all bets are off.
Sorry but doing your dog wrong is a punishable offense. That’s just rude and vindictive.
See? Why do you do those things for your husband? It is to show him that you love him, respect the things he likes.. until he pisses you off. Nothing is worse that a woman scorned. What do you do when you are pissed? Short sheet his side of the bed? LOL
lol nah, I just leave his laundry in his man cave for him to put away…n give him snarky looks n comments till I get over it. It’s not part of my personality to put effort into making things worse instead of better.