Today, I stand in unity, committed to laundry. Clean laundry AND no wrinkles. It is a bold and noble task, lo, I am willing to kick some laundry tail.Today I will fold laundry as it dries. I will not wait until all the clothes are piled up, clean, and wrinkled. I will hang up the hang up clothes with great speed and veracity. I will separate into darks, reds, lights, whites and bleach loads. I will make a proactive stand to bring down hangers so that I don't make a giant pile of hanging clothes that starts laid out but inevitably wrinkles from the sheer weight of that many effn hanging clothes. I will move the ironing board so as not to hip check it everytime and then wager if the wobbling will spill the iron. I will put them up so to make a clear path through the laundry room. I will give thanks for having a laundry room to do such noble deeds I will clean out the lent catcher each load. I will do 48 flights of stairs with great ease.I stand before you today, with great dreams. Dreams of getting the laundry washed, dried, folded, hung (I hate that word), and put away. I am committed to a clean tv room with no laundry baskets and clothes lingering in gigantic piles. Dude, I've totally got this. Carry on my good people. Carry on.
That's how I roll.
Y'all know what's coming right?
Song of the day: wait for it...wait for it... Dirty Laundry by Don Henley
As if you didn't see that one coming from a mile away.
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