First: Woooooooo! World Series Champions.
The Cardinals won the The Tigers lost the World Series. Still, wooooo! If anyone says "well, they didn't deserve to win," I say to you, "1985." Oh, and how cute is seeing a ball team of guys hopping up and down in unison? Also, Pujols. Aww, and half an hour later they're all dancing on the field with the fans who stayed behind.
Okay. So on to the big questions that keep me up late:
How often do you wash your towels? I feel the only thing that touches a towel is a freshly cleaned body. Therefore, towels are eternally clean. Eventually, all the hanging about in the steamy bathroom makes them smell. That's when I wash them. ON the other hand, the mother-in-law washes her towels after every single use. Wipe your hands on a towel and she acts like it's contaminated.
How bad should I feel? I'm sure the norm is somewhere in the middle.
I'm not a total pig. I picked up a few tricks when I worked for Superior Cleaning Service ("The Cadillac of Cleaners"). Wilma doesn't dust her light bulbs, and when she puts the paper on the roll she doesn't put the end in front and fold it into a little point. Pig.