Of all the things I hate doing around the house, Laundry is my most favorite.(If that doesn't make any sense, read it again - it means I don't mind doing it.)
It's not like it's a challenging, constant task. You throw the stuff in the washer, dump a random amount of some cleansing stuff in, and walk away. Later on, when you finally remember that it's there, you throw it in the dryer for an even longer period of time.
(Don't look at me like that. I sort it out first. I'm not a complete idiot. Whites/reds, yellows/blues, right?)
The worst part of laundry is putting it all away. I never realize how many clothes I or the Kids have until you are folding and putting it back. I always end up with a few stray socks and such, but those are just the spoils of war. (I've heard about "washer's wages"- money found while doing laundry - but I think it's a myth put out there to catch my interest.)
Oh - I gotta go - I think it's time for the fabric softener.
Gotta have it, 'cause static build up from my short and curlys is not my idea of a good time.
Later.
I remember that Theo hated softener, and I didn't have enough clothes to fill a fill drum.
ReplyDeleteNothing, and I mean NOTHING, makes a fat guy more self-conscious than shirts sticking to his hairy round bod like saran wrap.