....this heifer does laundry. Loads and loads and loads of stanky laundry. I'm still not sure how two children accumulate so many dirty clothes in one week; but it seems to be a never ending menance. I'm trying to decide now whether I loathe doing laundry or cleaning floors more. Or cooking. Or dusting. The older I get, the more I realize that I'm just not cut out for this "susie homemaker" crap. It's just too much responsibility for a free spirit like me who would rather be sipping on an adult beverage under an umbrella on beach in the Carribean somewhere.... with a hunky pool boy carrying a plate of fruit and a fan made from palm fronds. A girl can dream, can't she?!
Anyway, as the raunchy stench of reality drifts into the room, I am reminded that another load of laundry is ready for the washing machine. And, while I'm washing clothes, I think I'll go and do some internet surfing. I wonder if craigslist has postings for hunky pool boy services!
