PaigeDot

Laundry

I adore my boyfriend, I really do.

But he will never ever ever again do my laundry. I asked him to put my blankets in the washer, but 'not too many.' He insisted he would fit them all in at once.

Two queen size comforters, a sheet, and a mattress cover. At one time. I have no clue how he managed to jam everything in there. It resulted in the washing machine making terrible whirring noises...and not moving.

I'll admit I'm terrible at laundry. I never separate colors, nor do I ever fold. My bathroom floor serves as my closet--as soon as I take clothes out of the dryer, they go in front of the dryer. (There are no closets in my house, seriously, and I own more clothes than The Gap.)

I remember how my dad was always completely hopeless at laundry. He always thought that only one load could be done a day in the washer; that was apparently its limit. In a family of three in my teenage years with dirty soccer and track uniforms, that sucked monkey ass.

So, from now on, Matt is banned from doing laundry. I'm sure he won't complain.

posted by Paige @ 10:42 AM