Laundry, you are my nemesis. No matter how many times I do you, or how many clothes I wash...you keep happening, over and over. You put on a nice little mask with your wonderful smelling detergents and softeners. You're all warm and cuddly on a winter day, but you never mentioned the socks. Matching them is my worst nightmare. Plus, no one mentioned that you have to put all of the clothes away. What about those times that you forget that the clothes are in the washer and you have to wash them again? No one else mentioned the sweltering heat that comes out of the machines on a hot summer day.
Though, I do have to say thanks for the money I receive sometimes...loose change someone left in their pocket. I consider it my payment for all of the "torture" But on the flip side of that you also give me kleenex and papers that are wadded and torn up...and what about the rocks or chap stick and pens...This is not looking good for you at all.
So, my faux friend, I know we will meet again...daily or weekly, where we will spend a lot of time together, if I let you pile all the way up..You are not my friend that is for sure.
My laundry helper.