I put my jeans on the shelf in the closet.
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You know what's not acceptable? Clipping your nails on public goddamn transport, that's what.
I keep my jeans in a drawer.
What do people do to store their jeans (as opposed to business trousers -- those get hung up) -- do you put them in drawers, on shelves, or hang them up too?
Let's pretend for the sake of posting that my jeans made it from the pile of clean clothes on top of the dryer and into some accepted clothes storage receptacle. If that were to happen, I would put them in a dresser drawer. Unless my drawers were full, in which case I would hang the jeans up in the closet. Still, in my pretty mental world, the one where I can see the top of my dryer on a regular basis, the dresser drawers are also neat enough that my jeans would fit there.
I currently put jeans on a shelf, as I have insufficient drawer space. My BF hangs his.
Clipping your nails on public goddamn transport, that's what.
WORD.
Jeans are in the drawer, if only I could fit stuff in the drawer.
I hang almost everything. I hate folding.
Jeans, shelves. Nail clipping, private. PEOPLE.
I hang my jeans, but I've just got the one pair right now so they default to what the rest of the trousers do.
Thanks for the birthday wishes. I'm currently several hours south and west of my house for a client hearing. But we had a great birthday party for Frisco on Saturday. The party was fun and then Frisco proceeded to throw up for the next 18 hours. Thankfully, he's still nursing and kept that down so he didn't get dehydrated, but we still went through a lot of laundry. I felt very bad for him, being so ill, but I also secretly enjoyed the chance to just hold him so much and know that I was occupied being his mom. I suppose it was extra poignant because it was almost his birthday and I was remembering how tiny, cuddly, and floppy he was when he was born. Two year olds don't sit still very often and I have to take my chances where I get them.