I'm probably just totally ripping off
tinythingsihate.blogspot.com/ but oh well. I'm in a complaining mood today. Which isn't much different from any other day. Whatever. Without further ado:
1. Folding fitted sheets
Seriously. What's the freaking point? It looks the exact fucking same whether I wrestle with the damn things for 20 minutes trying to fold them "properly" (although I have serious doubts as to whether or not there is such a thing) or just toss it into the linen closet in a friggin ball.
Stay tuned for more complaining.