Unfortunately, Efficiency Doesn't Consider My House a Home

I imagine I'm not alone. It's impossible, I think. Surely someone else out there uses an old Macy's shopping bag as a holding facility for mateless socks. Anybody? No? Okay, then maybe not a Macy's bag, but any type of container, bag or box specifically intended for temporary sock storage. So those of you who have a similar system in place would probably agree that it's convenient, handy and practical. Inventive, inspired, genius. . .and rapidly filling up?

Maybe I was too smug. Too proud of my little creation, my Macy's bag of misfit socks. Maybe I underestimated the enemy, my adversary, my laundry antagonist. Producer of pit stain t-shirts-a-plenty. That's right. My husband.

Last week while doing laundry I noticed something that caused me to release an audible gasp. Are you ready for it? Brace yourselves, it's quite shocking. A matching pair of socks casually hanging out atop my Macy's bag creation. A true marital crime scene. Proof that my darling husband worked the system by throwing all our just-washed socks straight into the bag in lieu of matching and folding them. In one load of laundry, he turned my efficient "find a mate" program into a conniving "wife'll do it" system. Outraged, I stomped into the next room, bag in hand, and asked "Have you been dumping all the socks into this bag without even sorting them first to look for mates?"

Because my husband absolutely cannot lie, he tried to pull the old "What was that? I didn't quite hear you" routine. Let me tell you, I'm not a marriage veteran yet but I've been down this road before. I stood my ground and didn't say a word.

I raised an eyebrow.

He cracked. Produced a little smile. I wanted to yell at him, make him understand how his little stunt killed any efficiency I had going in the laundry department. But what can I say? I'm a sucker for his smile.

I guess things like this come with the territory, these little marriage games. Keeps it exciting, I suppose. I just hope he feels the same way when he finally realizes several of his aforementioned pit stained t-shirts have recently joined my brand new Laundry Witness Protection Program. Oh, it's nothing serious. Just a convenient, handy and practical system I put in place to make laundry time more efficient.

Is 'Unscientific' A Word?

Because that's the word I would use to describe my latest poll. Nonetheless, SN readers think Feed Jake is the Worst Country Song in Recent Memory. Could it be because it was the first choice? Most amusing? Or just because it's that strange? I guess we'll never know. Also, with 7 votes, it hardly matters.

For the record, I voted for I'll Walk. What can I say? I convinced myself writing the comments. I can't believe it didn't get more votes.

Guess What I Just Found In My Fridge?

Leftover green bean casserole from Christmas dinner. Yup, it was still sitting there in the same blue glass-covered dish I served it in. What's even worse is that as I type this, its home is still my fridge. I plan to deal with it after I cook and eat dinner tonight (or until I con P into a special cleaning project). NOT a pretty sight!

Housewife of the year right here.