Do you ever procrastinate on things like, er, dusting, cleaning, vacuuming, dish-washing and laundry?
Do you ever watch the pile of dirty clothes expand like, uh (thinks of funny analogy), procreating rabbits? Fungus? A dude on 'roids?
Do your outfits get less and less coordinated, eventually to the point where your coworkers are convinced you have a job interview because you're wearing something so abnormally nice and professional since it's all that's left in your closet?
Do you ever get down to the dregs of the underwear drawer, only to realize all that you have left to put on is either a) too small; b) a member of the granny pantie variety; or c) one of those thongs you bought on a whim only to realize that you'd never actually wear a thong because butt floss isn't your thing?
And then ...
Do you ever suck it up one night, scrape up all the dirty (and now fur-covered clothes) from your floor, diligently separating them into lights and darks, and throw them into super-sized loads? And then, actually fold some of them, instead of letting them sit _ cleanly _ in a pile on the laundry room floor, ready for you to pick through them in the morning as you're bleary-eyed and just out of bed?
And then ...
Do ever wake up the next morning, and realize you have a ZILLION different clothing/underwear options? And do you think that nirvana smells like Tide?
Because, if you do, there's an above-average chance we were separated at birth.
3 comments:
That didn't actually happen to YOU. You just spied on me and then wrote about what you saw.
Or we were separated at birth. And I am actually in my twenties and have just aged prematurely.
Megan: Welcome back to the fam, babe.... We've missed you at Thanksgiving dinners. :-)
Do you really have to seperate the lights from the darks?? If you wash them all together can't you call them all mediums and get by with it?? You are an inspiration to me ;)
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