By Danny Tyree

I despise airing my dirty laundry in public, but I’ll make an exception for kvetching about my clean laundry.

I have primary responsibility for my family’s laundry. Fair enough. I realize I should be grateful that I am spared the drudgery of the old wringer washer or beating garments against river rocks; but because of various aggravations, my thoughts tend to be less “ring around the collar” than “hands around somebody’s throat.”

It’s...