We have a hamper for our dirty clothes in our room. Would you believe it! That instead of throwing his garments in the hamper, he leaves them on top of the bed, the floor, or even on top of the dressers. I yell and scream until I turn blue and noting changes. I pick up after him and sometimes I even leave the clothes on a ball. Day one passes by and the clothes is still on the floor. Day two comes by and the ball is still waiting to be picked up. Finally, day three begins and I tell my husband, "Aren't you going to pick up your clothes"? His reply would be Oh! So, that's why it's there. I thought it was because you wanted to let it grow for a full load. I stared him in the eyes with my evil dirty look. He just smiles which causes me to blow! And I tell him, Yeah! Right! Since when do I wash dark, and white clothes together. He tells me never. I'll pick them up for sure tomorrow, which he never does. Man I get so upset I start throwing clothes all over the place and all he does is walk away calling me a crazy woman.