Socks.
There’s one thing that really gets to me like nothing else—
When I do laundry and there’s a lot of socks in that particular load.
First of all, I’m completely obsessive compulsive about matching my socks. If there’s a sock that’s missing it’s brother, I can’t take it. I don’t know why, it just annoys me. I’ve spent hours in the laundry room of my house matching socks. Hours and hours.
Second, I hate when half of the socks get balled up in the wash and don’t dry right. So you have half of your socks dry and the other half are still soaking wet, and you have to put them back in the dryer again. Now you have to wait until those socks are done and it holds up the whole laundry process.
Stupid stupid stupid.
