I'm grateful for a husband who does laundry. I saw the full basket on Sat. and thought "tomorrow .........". Of course I didn't rmeember. After dinner he comes back up from the basement with the basket of clean - I think "Sheesh. Did I hear the dryer?" I say, "Hey! What are you doing laundry for!?!" because now I have to help fold (yeah, I know, poor me.) It is nice, though, to have someone that just it because it needs done. It is a most hated chore for me. Into the washer and dryer - no problem, but out of the dryer intot the drawers --------- aaaarrrrrggggggg! Hate it.