"Hey you, lady!. Time to DO me!" hehehe
"Are you going to let me sit here all week?"
"I have skid marks, for God's sake...put me in the wash!"
Considering I have NO time whatsoever after I get home from work, cook dinner, take care of kids, etc, this pile of laundry placing demands on me really pisses me off.
"I'm doing the best I can, laundry, so fuck off."
I would like to say that my husband felt sorry for me having to be a slave to the laundry and bought me a new, bigger, better washing machine, but I would be lying, I doubt he noticed how mean that laundry really was.
He bought me a new washer because our old one broke. And I am in LOVE with this machine! I can put a ridiculous amount of clothes in one load and it cleans those suckers in about 45 minutes. Because this washer is so awesome, our shitty old dryer has stepped up his game too. He is now drying clothes in half the time.
Not only do I no longer have to be shamed by a mountain of laundry, I have more time to do what I love most. Write. About laundry apparently.