Wishy-Washy

Laundry. I hate it, it haunts me in my sleep. There is always a pile in the bathroom. Whenever I think I see the end in sight I have to change sheets, wash blankets or something. I don't understand laundry. I don't know how I get so much stacked up, where it comes from or who in my house has this many clothes. I think laundry breeds in the night, or maybe its like Gremlins and a drop of water makes them multiply. Not only do I HATE washing and drying it, nothing is worse than spending hours folding it and putting it away. I prefer the stack-it-in-the-laundry-basket-in-an-unused-corner method. I have even been known to make my family live off laundry on the couch, but since we only have four places to sit I try not to do that very often. Plus the dog sleeps in it if I throw it on the couch. Oh, well. The other option is going naked and while the rest of my family would hop on that wagon, I respecfully decline. I'd rather fold laundry, thank you very much. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, the laundry got me.