Baskets of Clothes ... Everywhere
Right now all I'm thinking about are the baskets of clean and dirty clothes all over my house.
Some have been folded.
Some have not.
Some are filled dirty clothes that are growing taller by the day.
Some are sitting next to the washing machine waiting for their turn.
And there's one that is brimming with pair-less socks. (I shudder when I think of it.)
And I'm far far away at the office just thinking about all those baskets.
Tonight's mission, should I choose to accept it, is sort through ALL the baskets. Even the one filled with socks.
Some have been folded.
Some have not.
Some are filled dirty clothes that are growing taller by the day.
Some are sitting next to the washing machine waiting for their turn.
And there's one that is brimming with pair-less socks. (I shudder when I think of it.)
And I'm far far away at the office just thinking about all those baskets.
Tonight's mission, should I choose to accept it, is sort through ALL the baskets. Even the one filled with socks.
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