7 days...

Sigh... Baptism is in 7 days. Which means family. friends. All checking out my house. I need the whole house, yes whole house, in clutter free, clean, smelling nice, and all cute and cozy. Sigh... no pressure...

Fucking Laundry.

Fuck the laundry.

Fuck the white tshirts I can not find.

Fuck the dress shirts, dress pants, clean underware, hoodies, socks, sleepers, and bras that I can not find clean.

It's all fucking dirty. I care. I want it all organized.

But what I really fucking want is a nudist colony for a family, or disposable clothes. Fuck the environment on this one. Well, no... ummm... how about biodegradable clothes.

Whatever.

I fucking hate laundry. I suck ass at laundry. I do not enjoy it.

I don't even enjoy when it's all put away. I just know that it will be all back in the dirty clothes pile again. or on the floor, up to my fucking knees in clean-what-the-fuck pile of laundry.

FUCK it. GD laundry... BAH!! Grrrrrrrrrr.....