What the fuck does a wife’s brother have to do with duvet selection? Never mind the Alabama/Tasmania/East Anglia inbred jokes…seriously if my brother in law was trying to make blood puddle linen selections in a public forum I’d be very fucking distressed.
by weird, you mean ‘sad’?
fuck him. it’s your bed, too. and I’m willing to bet cashmonies that it is you who has to do the fucking laundry.
women’s liberation, my arse. why is nearly ALWAYS the chick who does the laundry? and men being shit at it is a piss-poor excuse.