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    Monday, January 21, 2008

    To My Laundry

    I had you whooped. I had won. And then the holidays, and birthday parties, and various other things came along...and so once again, you have taken over. You clever bastard.

    But I am on your trail, and I am coming for you. It's happening, so deal with it. It will not be pleasant. If you'd like, you can spare yourself the humiliation of being soundly defeated and just wash and dry yourself.

    I'll give you until this evening if you should choose to do just that. Then, the battle begins. And I will triumph. Know that, and enjoy your final hours.

    2 comments:

    Deb said...

    DIE, LAUNDRY, DIE!!!

    Crazy Momma said...

    hahaha...If you would like I can send over my cattle prod and you can shock the shit out of it..then you can just say it is sanitized...

    Or just stick detergent on it and throw it outside and hose it off. You will have clothes with that nice "earthy" smell. You may start a new movement.