This picture was taken this morning. Earlier on in the day, g had a shower, he put this very same wet towel on the bed, then proceeded to sit on it. I asked him to remove it, because it's wetting the bed. You'd think that much was obvious. Fast forward to this morning and I wake up to the SAME GOD-DAMNED towel lying on the chest of drawers right next the printer. What the f****? I felt it and it's still wet and it smells damp. Which means it has to be washed. Which means more unnecessary washing. Which means more water. Which means more electricity, neither of which are renewable resources. Which means, thanks to Eskom's latest increase, more money. Which means more arguments. Especially because now I have an unexpected towel to wash. Which means less space on our already too small washing line. Which means some things that really have to be washed may now not have the appropriate space to dry, successfully. Which means that I might mean have to separate whites from lights and do two more washes. Which means...
Which means that no matter how hard I try and understand the complex workings of the male psyche, and believe me I try (my you bunch are tricky) yet no matter how hard I just can't seem to figure out the aversion to hanging towels up. Granted your ability to locate the washing basket leaves much to be desired, however I can always pick up your bouquet of clothes on my way to make you coffee in the morning... (P.S. note the profound use of sarcasm in the last statement) But not airing your wet towel? Are you scared of it? Does it make you feel uneasy handling a wet towel after you've used it? Like having to deal with a used condom or tissue covered in your uh... jizzness ( I was going to say business but I thought that dropping such a subtle hint might have gone unnoticed)?
In closing I can only come up with two conclusions:
1. You do it to screw with my head or to piss me off.
2. ......
F*** the toilet seat, that's easy I can put it down myself, it's not like I have to run around the house looking for it. As for your wet towel. Hmm...
Oh and P.S. I'm not just finding something new to bitch about. Guys'll think "If it wasn't the wet towel it would be the shoes left lying around or the dirty ashtrays". However this is really just about the towel. I've already bitched about those things, and .........
My point exactly.
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