Are There Any Intelligent Beings Out There?

So I'm proud of myself that I made it back to write another day.  I'm hoping this doesn't turn into one of those hobbies I'm so apt to pick up, then slowly fades away.


Anyway, so I volunteer at the Wisconsin Humane Society.  I love it.  I wish it were my real job.  After my shift was over last nite, I come home to my significant other, Dale (henceforth named SOD) doing laundry.  How very nice of him to get it done...I think to myself.  Oh, not so fast!


Well, I wanted to add something to the washer before it was done and I peeked in to see what was going on in there.  After countless times of teaching/asking/telling my SOD to separate lights and darks, I still saw a washer-full of jeans, dress shirts, (his) white t-shirts, and sweatshirts.  All different colors.


I am at my wit's end with this situation.  I love the man dearly, but he cannot follow simple direction (or cares not to.) So far, he hasn't ruined any of my clothes, but I do end up with a lot of towel lint on my dark clothes.  (Oh yeah - he doesn't separate towels from other clothes, either.)  Honestly, he did not see the problem with his laundering combination and I sort of find that adorable.  Yet irritating.


I guess I should put it in perspective, at least he was doing laundry.  That's something.  Right??