immediately fold laundry fresh out of the dryer. Mmm, warm!
pile the laundry on a bed/chair/sofa, let the cat check it out, then fold. Mmm, kitty + warm!
I pile the laundry on some nearby surface and grab what I want when I need it.
don't have any clothes. Ask me how! *leers*
have my dresser drawers arranged from top to bottom: socks/britches/sundries, tops, bottoms (perhaps with double drawers, but that order flows.)
have my drawers ordered from bottom to top: underwear/socks/sundries, tops, bottoms.
I jam everything into whatever drawer has space.
don't have any clothes specifically to avoid situations like this.
When folding clothes I:
start with bottoms, then pile folded tops onto that, finishing with undies/socks/sundries.
fold whatever my hand reaches first. I'll sort it out when I get to my dresser.
laugh, because I don't fold clothes. Clearly I'm a pod person if you catch me folding clothes.
stare at the owner of said clothing for a long period of time. Why do they have to make it weird? I just like B&E and laundry, okay?
totally can and do fold them.
totally could if I actually cared.
go straight back onto the bed so I can avoid any folding trauma.
don't work for carrying bodies into the desert. Now tarps...
You are right. They are wrong. We know this in our soul. ORDER! WE WILL HAVE ORDER!
I get that this is important to you, but Imma keep doing how I do.
It doesn't matter. By which I mean to say that YOU don't matter. The proof is in how careless I am with the laundry you lovingly washed for me.
Do you need a drink?
LOOK I'M JUST SAYING THAT IF SOMEONE DOES YOUR FLIPPING LAUNDRY FOR YOU, STICK TO THE PLAN. ETA: And so I don't offend anyone: YOU SHOULD TAKE THIS POLL SERIOUSLY. Wait, I mean take this poll as a sign of my insanity and as a reflection on how I want my house to be run, not anyone else's. I truly don't judge people for the way they run their home, because it's YOUR HOME. <3
In other news, school starts in less than three weeks and the Mr. is traveling more and I am pretty excited about the upcoming solitude!
Somehow I have to make a lemon-coconut cake look like a Very Specific My Little Pony for Emily's 12th birthday tomorrow and it might just be cut like one with gumdrop eyes because come the hell on, kid.