They Shoot Clothes Horses, Don’t They?
Kids, remember: never wash your clothes
On Sunday, I went on a rare laundry tear. Usually, I just tread laundry water (eww), getting just enough done to have something to wear for a few days. But Sunday, something got into me, and I cleaned almost all my dirty clothes.
Immediately, I saw that I don’t have enough places to put all my clothes when they’re all clean. But somehow, I managed.
Then, tonight, the rod in our closet from which clothes are hung came crashing down. (There’s a name for this closet rod thingy, right? It escapes me.)
That’ll teach me to do minimal housekeeping.
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Love it.
That’s God’s punishment for going against the natural order of things. That closet bar suffered for you unholy need for clean clothes!