My husband is currently tearing through the house looking for the shirt he has to wear to the football game tomorrow. he works as a supervisor of the gate staff at the college football games. It is a very long day. I asked him last weekend to find his shirt and pants, and said I would make sure they were washed. He never dug htem out. I asked him again this week, twice! I volunteered to make sure they were clean and ready to wear to make the day easier for him. he gritched at me, said he had it "under control". NOW he is rummaging around, making big messes, piling clean laundry on top of dirty, trying to find it. It is 9pm, his call time is 6:30 am. And it is "my" fault? ARRGGGHHH!!!