[ckissick]

Why do I seem destined to never learn how to do the laundry? Every time I try, my wife comes upstairs and says something like, "You put those in the washer and put it on warm/cold?" or "That shirt has 50% polyester and that shirt has 47% rayon. You can't wash those together."

How does she know so much? Is there a secret society for mothers and daughters in which the chief purpose is to enlighten one another regarding the nuances of laundry, all the while keeping us lesser male beings completely in the dark? Dan Brown must investigate.