Remember when I when explained why I hate the treadmill? How part of it is the chore of moving all my husband's pants (carefully, so not to crease them) from the treadmill, to the bed, and back?
Well, today, I decided to put those pants in their rightful place. In the closet. When I actually unpiled them and, one by one, folded them onto hangers, I was kinda shocked at how many pairs of pants were actually residing there. You wanna see what I've been wrestling with since April? It's impressive.
Maybe they'll stay where they belong now.