I don’t usually agree with her, but balled-up male socks really are gross. Men’s socks, I mean.
Get a sock bag and hang it from the rim of the basket.
Balling socks ruins the elasticity at the top and they fall down.
Make him do his own laundry!
I do my own laundry! Wash, dry, fold, put away!
He’s retired! Give him something to do!
Last panel…sports terms good advice!
Ben: “That’s the way the ball bounces!”
Liv: “Don’t drop the ball!”
Ben: “OK, ball-and-chain!”
Liv: “I’m a ball of fire, and you’ll be behind the eight-ball if you don’t play ball!”
But you have to ball them up to make them more aerodynamic when you toss them in the clothes hamper, from across the room. It’s the sporting thing to do.
They’ve probably been married for 50 years, and he’s still surprised when she says this. Sigh!
In the UK, we would just say “Bollocks” and walk away.
No. Connect them with a stainless steel quilters safety pin. No more lost socks, always stay paired
I would lose it if a woman balled my socks. Great way to ruin them. “You don’t get to touch the laundry ever again! I don’t care how bad I screw up your bras.”
Ben just got bawled out.
Husband does not ball his socks. My nemesis is that he leaves used tissues in his shirt pockets.
I kept forgetting to check and would end up with tiny pieces of tissue all over the clothes that had to be picked off and thrown away. Sweatshirts are the worst – had to use cellophane tape wrapped over my fingers – multiple times – and push up and down on the fabric to get it off of same.
He tries and mostly remembers to take the tissues out of his pockets. I wrote myself in large letters a reminder to check for the tissues – “Remember to check for tissues.” I leave it on the washer. One day he came up from the basement with a box of tissues in hand and the note in the other hand. “I saw your note, found the tissues and brought up a box for you – where do we need them?” I thanked him and then explained what the note meant. (He does try to make things easy for me – to a good extent he is concerned that I will turn over chores to him .)
I have been pretty good and have not any tissue pieces in quite awhile – until last week’s laundry. One tissue must have gotten past me and I had to deal with cleaning up the mess of tissue pieces on clothing and all over the inside of the washer (luckily I caught it from the mess before it all hit the dryer).
(I know that they are NOT my tissues as I keep mine in my jeans pockets and jeans are a different load.)