So, the other day...I kinda bragged a little bit.
Just a lil'.
Okay, okay...I totally bragged and boasted. I told the world and anyone who'd listen, that I was caught up on my laundry!
I tweeted and Facebooked and emailed and texted (texted--is that really a word?!) and phoned and, heck, I even stopped strangers on the street.
And everyone was very happy for me! Well, to my face they were...behind my back, they were all probably, "Why, that little, boastful, full of herself gal..."
I think the laundry gods, the laundry powers that be, caught wind of my puffed out chest...and decided to set me in my place.
Yup, they deflated me with a big SAH-MACK, SLAPPITY, SLAP, SLAP...right upside the head.
For, it seems, that while I know my laundry had issues of procreating before...it now seems as though they are procreating in earnest.
Kinda like that stray cat we had a while ago.
Yeah...just like that stray cat.
And now? Now I've got laundry comin' outta the wahzoo.