Apparently, dirty laundry is comfortable. I was tearing my place apart, trying to sort and clean and came upon a sleeping Riley on my laundry. I was able to step over her several times before I got a picture, but her inner model woke up.
I dragged my hamper downstairs today after offering weird change amounts to enough stores in search of quarters. If you charge me $3.67, for example, I'm liable to hand you $4.17. I tried to go get a roll of quarters from the credit union on Saturday, but forgot that they close at 12. So I drag my hamper downstairs today, and the washer and dryer are occupied. Later, I saw my laundry competitor as I was staging one paper bag of recyclables outside my door. "Oh, are you moving out?" he asked. No, you perpetual Sunday laundry hog. No such luck. One paper bag? Seriously?
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