I have returned from a small vacation I took up north where there was
Cliff jumping into old mine pits!
And other manly activities as well!
However, within our platoon of fearless vacationeers were none other than (dun dun dunnnn!!!!)
Yes, females in our midst!
Originally we think they snuck onboard without our knowing as they were dressed kind of like us, wearing jeans and baseball caps and participated in our arm-pit farting contest that usually denotes the beginning of the vacation.
In any case, given all the activities we engaged in, it was only inevitable that we would have to do a load of laundry as we would dirty up our clothes mighty quick.
So I threw a load in the wash. Transferred it to the drier.
Hopped in the shower, and upon exiting the shower, there they were!
FOLDING MY CLOTHES!
Now I tried to rationalize with them about the fact that I was only going to put them back on again, thereby obsoleting the need to fold them in the first place.
But oh, no. They were adamant that the clothes be folded.
I pointed to the fact that I was standing in nothing but a towel and would be putting on the shirt that one of them had just folded, but oh no, they just kept on folding.
Now ladies, we men do appreciate everything you do for us. We know you do this because you love us. But there is no point in folding clothes in that they are only going to get wrinkled up again.
Making beds is the same thing.
There is NO earthly, godly or economic reason for making the bed.
You will just sleep in it again that same very night.
Thus, ladies, please permit us to make your lives easier.
Do no spend any time folding our dirty nasty clothes!
Opening a beer or pouring a martini is much less time consuming and much more appreciated!