Just tried to fold a fitted sheet and accidentally summoned a demon who now judges my laundry skills. It’s standing there with its arms crossed, shaking its head like, “Seriously, this is what you’ve been doing all these years?” Meanwhile, I’m just over here trying to convince it that wrinkles are a fashion statement. 😂 Now we’re both stuck folding socks and arguing over whether “sock gnomes” are real or just an excuse for mismatched pairs. Send help or chocolate. Preferably both.