Random musings of a not so modern mind
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Laundry Day
I am not really sure where the term laundry day comes from. Anyone out there really have one day per week they do laundry and if so are you a nudist? For me a more fitting designation would be, Laundry life. Just like no one ever informs you pregnancy is actually 10 months long and the real miracle of childbirth is that anyone agrees to have more than one child. Laundry day is a big fat lie.. A chore that never goes away. In fact, I dust around the folded clothes on the bench at the end of my bed rather than giving them the satisfaction of putting them away. What! Only to be worn again? Not a chance. Growing up in a family of 14, our family had a dirty little secret. The sock box, a milk crate, that lived in our formal dining room after my mother, understandably so, met her match or last unmatched sock for the final time. To this day I wear unmatched socks with reckless abandon. Hopefully I won't be judged if I ever get in a car accident.
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