the laundry machine

Friday, March 17, 2006

I'm finally home and well, I really can't digest it because I totally feel like crap. I have never slept this much - it's so weird.

Here's my random thought for the moment. I finally have all of my greatest possessions in one room (or two to be exact) for the first time in almost seven years when I moved out to go to college. My first project was to organize my clothes (being they are very very important to me) and throw out what I don't 'need' and consolidate to just one closet and set of drawers. (eek.)

I just folded some laundry and put my father's laundry into the dryer, when I realized something that I'm not sure is normal or not. Apologies to my future husband, but I never ever want to do our laundry together. I mean a) I have enough clothes that yours included will just make me do more loads and b) I think it'd be weird to fold your boxers and plus you're a grown man, so do it yourself. I know I've had the random t-shirts and pair of socks of yours to wash before, but to split the load in half each time? I just don't think so. My clothes are way too precious.

Just my thoughts.

mwah,
me maxers