I believe that there are some things MAN was not meant to know. One of them is how to fold a fitted sheet. It is a secret that is passed down the generations from mother to daughter and those of us with Y-chromosomes are never to learn this dark art of topography.
I came to this realization when my wife had her sisters and all their children visit – all in all, 11 people in the house. A week prior as we were driving, I could see that she was thinking about something and counting on her fingers.
I asked her what she was doing. She replied, ’I’m counting sheets." I came back with, “Are we planning a klan convention?”
Leaving me with the dog and a lawn to mow, she flew up to New Jersey where the sisters rallied and they all drove down. She also drove back with them at the end of the week. So in the couple of days while she was gone, I stripped all the beds, washed all the linen, hung it up and then folded it when it was dry … all but those fitted sheets.
There is another story to tell about spending the week with my 6-year-old nephew and 9 women and girls. We were swimming in an ocean of estrogen, but I will save that for another occasion.
I believe that there are some things MAN was not meant to know. One of them is how to fold a fitted sheet. It is a secret that is passed down the generations from mother to daughter and those of us with Y-chromosomes are never to learn this dark art of topography.
I came to this realization when my wife had her sisters and all their children visit – all in all, 11 people in the house. A week prior as we were driving, I could see that she was thinking about something and counting on her fingers.
I asked her what she was doing. She replied, ’I’m counting sheets." I came back with, “Are we planning a klan convention?”
Leaving me with the dog and a lawn to mow, she flew up to New Jersey where the sisters rallied and they all drove down. She also drove back with them at the end of the week. So in the couple of days while she was gone, I stripped all the beds, washed all the linen, hung it up and then folded it when it was dry … all but those fitted sheets.
There is another story to tell about spending the week with my 6-year-old nephew and 9 women and girls. We were swimming in an ocean of estrogen, but I will save that for another occasion.