clean clothes rising.

i've come to the conclusion that i have the most extreme dislike for doing laundry...but now that my hubby-love plays the very famous role of laundry boy, i can't make room fast enough for the clean clothes ascending from our basement. christ, this man can get done in one day what would take me WEEKS to accomplish.

i should be taking notes and learning the techniques of such a diligent master of the machines. observe the habits of running toward it upon beeping call. i've been more a girl who does this sort of task out of necessity. like my ass needs a canopy, so guess it's time to wash a pair o' pants. my cootch needs cloak, better throw in a load by golly.

so did i create the habit of hating laundry because i've always known there's not QUITE enough room for all the shit i buy? or do i keep buying shit because i hate laundry duties & in my many years of being a singleton never got my ass in gear to do laundry fast enough.

these are the just a few of the questions i ponder as i fold, pile, stack, roll, carry, hanger, shove and tuck into the very limited space of our 1930's home which is not meant to contain my new millenium retail needs.

truth is, folks - i don't WANT all the laundry finished. because i'll surely be exposed and the "homeland security" of this cottage will kick up to RED ALERT. sirens will sound. credit cards will self-destruct within 60 seconds. there i'll be with nowhere to turn, a basket full of clothing waiting for its place but alas there will be no room for it.

so i'm convinced that i have to clean out my drawers so my nordstrom lovin'-late night web shoppin'-trend watchin'-retail therapy needin' ass doesn't get busted. yet.