Laundry bores me. I dislike laundry. I only recently figured out why.
There's no surprise. No mystery.
My laundry doesn't even have the gumption to magically disappear. I've heard fairy tales of a mystical land where missing socks run away: breed, and raise baby socks; live happily ever after.
The white socks I put into the washer? They come out of the dryer. I have to fold them, and put them away.
Laundry, how you disappoint me.
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Interesting, I am visiting your sister and as I read your posts, she is doing laundry. Cosmic timing I would say. I pass to you the sisterly comment: It's not so much doing the laundry as it is folding.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, as this epiphany came upon me while folding socks...
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