Pickles by Brian Crane for March 19, 2019

Such an emotional moment. I don’t about Earl but I feel a need to blow my nose.

Creative creasing causes reconsideration.

have fun, Earl, later getting chastised for incorrectly folding the laundry

Did she check Earl for spilled food on his shirt before she dumped clean clothes on him?

Regardless of how well I fold, my wife redoes ~2/3’s of it so she stopped asking.

Earl is sweet and funny.

Earl we will be timing you on this one ! :-)

She’s gonna be SAWWWWWWW—-REEEEEEEEEeeeeee….

Opal doesn’t even start off nice…as snarky as she is, she plops the laundry over him in a heap, and expects Earl to comply with her demands! NO WAY!

But think how nice a warm pile of laundry feels right out of the dryer. A cocoon of cozy.

Really, Opal? You couldn’t have chosen a more subtle way of letting him know?

When the clothes come out of the dryer or off the line Hubby and I fold them together, pretty much doing our own as we pull stuff from the pile, so there’s no complaint there. What really mystifies me it that he doesn’t fold things the same way. If he wants to fold his T-shirts, etc., every which way, that his business. But who can fold four bath towels four different ways, every single time?

But – I have a husband who is willing to help, is a good cook, and recognizes housework when he sees it. I can always refold the towels, and count my blessings as I do it.

When it come time to shovel the walks, clean the gutters or fix the dryer, is he going to tell Opal it’s her turn? I’m not suggesting there are male/female household chores but after being married for a zillion years certain chores just kind of belong to one or the other. I’m lucky that my husband will do it all, including the cooking. I hate to cook. If I can’t nuke it or eat it fresh, chances are I want nothing to do with it. Besides, he and I eat so many different things. He eats a lot of chicken, which I’m allergic to. He eats a lot fish, which I won’t touch unless it’s in a can called Charlie. Add in that we’re on completely different time schedules and it just works out that we’re on our own for meals for the most part.

I just hope she hasn’t been giving excuses for not changing the oil in the car when it was her turn.

If I did that to my husband, the laundry would end up wadded up and stuffed into the appropriate drawers. No folding involved.

I suspect Opal asked Earl a while ago to fold it. She made it easier for him by bringing the laundry to him.

Fold them, and then iron them… COOL CREASES.

Hopefully there are no fitted sheets…

I see this as frustration. She says it’s his turn, so they must have made some kind of arrangement which he is not sticking to. Men have a tendency to ignore certain things and need them dumped on their head.

My wife will not let me do her laundry. I do my whites and darks together, I don’t really care.

So bottom line, it worked!

Earl has one finger pointed at Opal under those clothes.

I get a warm feeling from just looking at it.

Sure you did, you gave her dirty laundry.

Earl: “Note to self: Go to the park on laundry day!”

Now that’s phunny!

my husband does it then piles it up on my pillow maybe I should do it to his…..

Give her the gift of a basket full of PROPERLY folded laundry!