11.23.2014

Ain't nothing sacred any more?

Sunday morning used to be the perfect time for laundry. I’d have the place to myself, or pretty near. No muss, no fuss. no bother.

But for the last two weeks it’s been packed on Sunday morning. The laundry place. How did they all find out at once?

I wonder if I can wear these socks until Wednesday.

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