Except, we don't have one.
I hate putting laundry away. Hate it. With a passion. I don't mind doing the laundry, washing it but actually folding it and putting it away....Bah! So, the clean laundry ends up in the baskets on the floor. And then we have to dig thru it all week long to find clothes.
I hate cleaning the bathrooms only slightly more than folding laundry.
Yeah, that maid, if she ever shows up, she's outta here!
Driving to work this morning, I look down at the shirt I'm wearing to find that there is a couple of small stains on it. Really, it's not that noticeable and my rational side knows that and knows that, probably, no one else is going to notice. But my irrational side...well, she's screaming about it and thinks that I might as well have a neon sign strapped to my chest.
Why can't I notice things like this before I leave the house? I actually thought briefly about turning around to change but I couldn't justify the gas....
Sigh
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