laundry time

I have done t w e l v e (12) loads of laundry this week -- and I am still not done! Oh, how I miss that luxury of having a washer and dryer in my house -- no quarters, no timers, no problem running a stain through a second wash (that's how I have gotten behind).

Please don't misunderstand. Really, I am thankful, and it isn't so terrible (I haven't forgotten about the laundromat and the "preverts" that live there whose sole purpose it is to watch my undies in the dryer). In fact, other than the dryer taking a little longer than I would have liked, there really haven't been any issues with these last dozen loads -- no lazy, inconsiderate boobs who oops got a little too into that tv show and well figured there wasn't anyone else out of socks on the floor, and who doesn't know how to use the timer located on the oven panel, and so, well left their laundry in the washing machine for over two hours. And, yes, I could have called security, but that's so sixth grade.

Okay, so maybe I have a few issues, but I am working on them really. Please, please, please don't send me back to the laundromat. I'll be good. I won't go out and buy those red socks I was thinking about sneaking into those good for nothings, um, other residents, who made me wait to do my laundry. It was only a fleeting thought -- I swear. [But pink underwear would oh so serve them right....No! It wouldn't (you don't want to go back to the laundromat. Be good!]