For the most part, I do the laundry in our house. The laundry room is in the basement, where I spend a fair amount of time watching football and other sporting events, so I try to multi-task. My wife graciously does the folding, which I’m terrible at for some reason, so long as I match the socks, which is her least favorite thing about the laundry. I also prefer to have control over the sorting ever since someone decided that reds and greys should be washed together and my Fruit of the Looms came out an off-pink. It drives me insane, however, when my wife and kids’ pants and shirts are somehow twisted so that one pant leg or sleeve is inside out, or they somehow leave undershirts or socks inside other articles of clothing. What savages taught you how to get undressed?