Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Lest you go thinking I'm that woman, rest assured. I don't do laundry. Really. I have stacks upon stacks of laundry overflowing onto the floor. I can say it's because I really don't want to go down into my creepy basement, but really, it's just because I'm lazy and hate laundry. So there it sits, until my husband realizes he has no matching socks or clean pants, and he takes a load or two down himself, which then makes me feel guilty that I haven't done it. You'd think guilt would be the motivator to head down once a day with a load or two myself, but I'm a master excuse-maker, and probably just too lazy.