PW used to occasionally have a post that she called "keepin' it real."
This morning, after throwing my pajamas into the heap, just before departing for work, I ran to get my camera to snap this. (See, Chelsea is already in her kennel.)
I am a laundry fool. I cannot stand dirty, smelly clothing. Nor can I stand dirty blankets,sheet, towels or rugs. Doug says that if there isn't anything to launder, that I "wash air." Little does he know, there is always something to launder. I wasn't too fond of his laundry skills, but when I came home and my linen suit was in the dryer, (which I rescued just in the nick of time), let's just say he is forbidden to "help" with laundry. My rule is that as long as he puts it in the general direction of the washer, I will wash it. Trouble is, he doesn't always do that. Ever so often, I have to raid his closet and gather up the jeans, sweatshirts, bike shorts, socks...all of the stuff that is starting to make our room smell like a hamster cage (and we don't have a hamster). A strange phenomenon is that whenever I wash "lights" and "darks," it seems that almost all of the "lights" are mine and all of the "darks" are Doug's with very little deviation. And, I hang dry a lot of my clothing while almost all of his belongings are shoved into the dryer. The dress on the drying rack is what I wore to the wedding in Hawaii. It has to be washed alone and it has been there ever since we got back. I plan to wear it to my son's college graduation which is almost exactly a month away- so I'd better get at it. Gotta go- duty calls!
**running to the dryer at the sound of the (annoying) buzzer**