You know one of those religious fanatics who flog themselves until they bleed, sort of punishing themselves for sins of, I dunno, mankind or whatever.
Well, what's the domestic equivalent of that you ever think?
Laundry, I think.
Doing so much laundry that you're left with a clothing K2 and not just comprised of clothes, no sir.
It's made up of couch and sofa covers that you in a fit of cleanliness rage peeled off of large couches and washed and bleached it to white perfection and now all that remains is to iron these long unwieldy fabrics and drape them over couches perfectly so that each nook, corner and cranny sits just as it should, or else the furniture might assume a mangled facial structure, and that is indeed the hardest part of this story.
Oh no, that's not the end neither. There are cushion covers too, and oh, lots of sheets and pillow cases.
watch and weep.. and get on with it.
sobs.
Well, what's the domestic equivalent of that you ever think?
Laundry, I think.
Doing so much laundry that you're left with a clothing K2 and not just comprised of clothes, no sir.
It's made up of couch and sofa covers that you in a fit of cleanliness rage peeled off of large couches and washed and bleached it to white perfection and now all that remains is to iron these long unwieldy fabrics and drape them over couches perfectly so that each nook, corner and cranny sits just as it should, or else the furniture might assume a mangled facial structure, and that is indeed the hardest part of this story.
Oh no, that's not the end neither. There are cushion covers too, and oh, lots of sheets and pillow cases.
watch and weep.. and get on with it.
sobs.
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