A husband doing laundry is quite worrisome.

I came home today and my husband was folding my laundry!!  He never does this and was intently folding my new Victoria’s Secret underwear. Should I be happy that he is helping with the housework, or shall I be worried?

If my husband were folding the laundry, I would immediately hustle him into the car and beeline it for the nearest emergency room, where I would order a CAT scan, a full psychological workup, and a spinal tap.

The only thing that gives me pause here and suggests he might not have had a personality-altering stroke is that he was intently folding your underpants. Perhaps you should have offered to help him with those dirty, dirty panties, and then turned the phrase “folding my laundry” into a euphemism.

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