So let’s say you’re folding laundry naked.
…
JUST BECAUSE, OKAY? THAT’S NOT THE POINT…
Anyway.
So… let’s say you’re folding clothes as God Intended, and you’re working through a stack of onesies or those toddler jumpsuits where the leg seam snaps together all along the seam.
The clothes are probably all inside out and stuff, and you’re pulling them rightside out, and getting them straight, and then your instinct is to give them that two handed… bed-sheet-straighting whip, right? To get the last of the tangles out.
Resist that instinct, soldier. Resist it.
The bottom of those little outfits smack right against you’re… umm… upper thigh… area.
And, as I mentioned, there are always a lot of snaps right there. It’s like a Hello Kitty o’ ninetails.
I’m just sayin’.
