Me: "I'm going to rip you."
Tom (dryly): "You're going to rip me."
Me: "Yeah. On the blog. You told me to."
Tom: "About what."
Me: "The fact that you can't put Abby's clothes in the proper drawers."
Tom: "Whatever. The one drawer is pants, shorts and shirts ..."
Me: "No. The drawer is just pants."
Tom: "There were shirts in there!"
Me: "Because you put them in there."
Tom: "No I didn't!"
Me: "Yes ... you did."
This is coming from a man who (literally) organizes the shirts in his closet by color and sleeve length. And don't even get me started on his sock drawer.
But he can't figure out that dresses go in the closet, pants in one drawer and shirts in the other.
Maybe he doesn't speak girl. I guess that's not such a bad thing.