Tag: laundry
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: the great flummoxing :
Lucky me. I live in an age where everything is smarter than I am. Everything. Homes, televisions, watches, cars — they’re all deemed ‘Smart’ these days. I’m not. Heck, I couldn’t even program a Smart device, let alone understand one. But guess what: I don’t care. At all. Not even a little bit. Truth be […]
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: how I spent Christmas night :
With a laptop stuck in my pants. Perhaps you think I’m kidding; I’m not. See, I decided Christmas was an ideal time to do laundry. I’d have the laundry room all to myself. It would be wonderfully peaceful, maybe even offer a little redemption (what with the washing of stains and all), plus I could […]
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: an urgent call for safe socks :
A moment of silence, please, to honor the billions of socks lost in our service. Lost? Who can say? Cast aside. Jilted. Whatever. It’s disgraceful how carelessly we treat socks in this world. You’ll find these once fluffy companions flattened and moldering in parking lots, plastered against washer drums in laundromats, balled up in Lost […]
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: laundry room conversations :
Being the new girl is dicey. You need to be wary of strangers, right? So, as a precaution, I put my guard up and maintain a low profile while I learn the lay of the land. Then I try to figure out who’s a gossip, who’s a snitch, who’s a buttinsky, a gasbag, a clinger, […]
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: bribes cheerfully accepted :
Ordinarily, people spend their Sunday mornings doing one of two things: going to church or sleeping in. Me? I do laundry. Every Sunday morning, religiously, rain or shine, I crawl out of bed in the gray half-light of dawn and schlep off to the Fluff n’ Fold. A bulging laundry bag swinging from each shoulder. […]
the whirly girl 