Well, it’s either do laundry today or drop out of society completely. I honestly think I look okay in a nice pair of granny panties, but PJ assures me that I am mistaken. There are zero parts of laundry that I enjoy. 

Honestly, I’m trying to think of any household chore where there’s that one little part of it that I secretly enjoy. You sometimes hear people talking about, “oh, I love folding clothes,” or, “oh, I love doing dishes.” And I’m like, “excuse me, you love doing what? you seem to have been shipped from the human factory with some sort of defect.” 

I do kind of like pushing the button on the vacuum cleaner that opens the canister to let everything fall into the trashcan, although that comes more from a button pushing place than from a cleaning place. 

Anyway, laundry…. gotta do it. Apparently no one is bothering to automate this junk for me. I feel like if we have advanced to the point where I don’t have to rub my clothing against a board to clean it, I probably shouldn’t have to fold it either.