Of what are you a connoisseur?

Folded towels. I know it's stupid, but I can't help it, and I will come out of the towel closet right now, and say I love a well-folded towel. When my husband gets to the dryer before me and folds them first, I wait until he's not looking, then refold them all because he doesn't care about towel-folding and I do, and I know it's too trivial a thing to even mention. But I can't bear to see edges showing, and I like them to be all the same size when folded, all stacked neatly on their shelf. When I go to someone else's house and use their bathroom and see towels like that, I think WOW--now THERE'S good towel. I know it's odd, I know it doesn't matter how towels get folded, but I don't care...a well-folded towel just makes me feel good inside, like all's well with the world. Maybe I've been possessed by a demon who's a fan of Martha Stewart, who knows? But meanwhile my towels look gooooood.....