Putting it off has never truly turned out that well. Oh, the con can be run. A whiff and a sniff with a generous splash of the cologne. There’s no hurry. The shirt isn’t that dirty. No one will notice.
Someone always notices. Joke? Laundry challenged. Truth is it isn’t fun, and I’d rather do something else.
It’s inevitable that the laundry wins in the end. My struggle is futility. Clothes get dirty. Stink is a turn-off. The quarters, basket and box of soap mock my weekend plans. If I had any. The machine spins. Water sloshes. My resistance faded.
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Nonsense. Laundry day is the perfect time to catch up on your filthy novel reading and tai chi.
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