Laundry

I don't know why I ever thought I maybe even liked laundry. Because now that I live in a house where there are two people contributing to the laundry pile, I hate it. And I am truly horrified by the notion that our household is, in all likelihood, going to get bigger eventually, which will mean that the laundry pile will get bigger.

GAAAAHHHH!!!!

But while Husband and I have been doggedly laundering our massive mountains of fabrics like crazy-laundry-doing-fools, something happened today that made me hate laundry just a little more.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!

Isn't laundry bad enough without clothes coming out looking like they were washed in a tumbler with Wolverine's claws?!??!?!

This is my favorite dress shirt, almost de-limbed by the washer that we have been saying we should probably replace. After this, Husband decided that he would move up finding a new washer machine to the top of the to-do list.

For this, I am glad.

I don't think shredded is a look I can pull off.

Just saying'.