The Kilimanjaro sized pile of laundry is sitting atop the dryer still waiting to be folded, which I can't (won't) do until my bed is made (I fold laundry on the bed, you see) which I can't (won't) justify making because by the time I make it, its just going to get unmade for bedtime. You see my dilemma? So, until I make the bed (probably tomorrow) the huge laundry hill is going to stay where it is, on our dryer, in our little kitchen, with one little window and spiders to boot.
Did I mention some ladies from church are coming over tomorrow? The laundry hill will need to be uprooted to my bedroom before they come. Which means the bed cover on the floor will probably need to be moved somewhere else to make some extra room.... I don't even want to discuss my dresser. Its stunning lack of room (due to some serious c.r.a.p. spread across the top. All mine, by the way) necessitates using some valuable floor space. This creates a new home for spiders. Perfect.
Meanwhile, I'll soak my guilt in a bubble bath, and admire the contrast of my red toenails against the fluffy, white bubbles.
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