Honestly, why do you hate me so? How do you multiply yourself day after day? Why is it that you are NEVER, and I mean NEVER complete?
I have done all I can to keep you caught up. I have given you your own special room (AKA The Laundry Room). I have organized you, labeled you, and cleaned you.
I have given you baskets of every shape and color. Some with liners. Some without. Some large. Some small. Some wicker. Some plastic.
I have bought the largest machines possible to wash you and dry you. No matter what I do, you are always the thorn in my side.
You leave me no choice. Laundry today, or naked tomorrow. Some days, I am not sure which would be the lesser of two evils.
Why does it have to be this way? Can't we just get along?