Not because i want her to, or ask her to but because she hates the way i do it. Apparently you have to seperate whites and colors like 1950's america. Apparently you cant throw jeans in with the colored clothes, you have to seperate those too. My method was simple, open the machine, dump in the clothes and the detergent..how much clothes can fit? And does it smell good coming out the dryer? Clothes were washed. Then they'd sit in the hamper the whole time cus who has time to fold. She Jim crowes my clothes now, waits for the machine to fill with water to add the detergent, makes me pause netflix 15 minutes in to add Downy.. Then i dont see them come out the dryer because they get folded and put away right away in my 1 "appointed dresser drawer" in the whole house. I cant even fold clothes because she hates the way i fold them. Apparently her old abercrombie manager comes and rates her folds when im not around. Its ok though, i return the favor by checking out weird shadows or noises in the house that scare her.. Here i go with my designated kitchen knife turned military weapon into the dark...
