Feminine logic

There follows the gist of a conversation I enjoyed had yesterday with the Old Bat. I was ironing a t-shirt of hers but was unsure were she would want me to put it later.

Me: Where does this green t-shirt of your live?

OB: In the t-shirt drawer.

Me: I am never sure which of your t-shirts go in the t-shirt drawer and which go on hangers in the wardrobe.

OB: All my t-shirts go in the t-shirt drawer. Except those that go on hangers.

There are times when it seems easiest just to keep quiet.