Not to mention the basket of clothes that is sitting in another corner of my room that needs to be folded and the group of crumpled clothes that just finished drying in the drier.
I feel like I am being run out of my home by my clothes. It's almost as if the clothing themselves are human beings and they have all moved in to take over my abode.
I literally look at the jeans that are lying there relaxing in the chair saying to me "yeah we know we make you tired just by looking at us, that's our job, let us stick around here one more day with you girlfriend."
I consider their request and turn back to my laptop and working on a project that needs my attention like right now. But I look over and I think one of the pairs of jeans just stuck its tongue out at me. What is THAT about I say to myself. Then I lean over and see a pair of undies trying to hangout with the towels and the bras. Oh my goodness they are making fun of me. They think they have won!
No you don't let me take my house back over like right now.
Excuse me ya'll while I kill this laundry
Til Next Time
Mamma
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