So, I've already posted a picture of my husband's anal way to get ready in the morning. This picture is another example of those habits.
In keeping with my shirking my wifely duties, Ski did the laundry today. He also folded it. As you can see, he folds them into tiny squares, and piles them into little towers. These orderly skyscrapers of clothing are rather juxtaposed against the unmade bed, because I haven't ever felt the need to remake the bed after I get out of it. As I see it, I might want to nap later, and I don't want to unpack my bed in order to lay down. That, and I'm lazy.