Thirtysomething

Backfired

I go to the laundromat once a week. Without exception. Sometimes twice a week. After discovering that boys create 4 times the laundry that girls do it became a necessity. Two weeks ago, for no particular reason, I went on a laundry strike. Sort of. I would sort the laundry and only do mine. I watched the pile grow and grow and grow.

The result is boy laundry that is literally threatening a hostile take over of the apartment.

And HE doesn't even notice that it hasn't been done! How is that possible, I ask you?

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 7:24 AM