Than folding laundry. This job has to be tops on my least favorite job list. (although emptying the dishwasher is a close second!) Heck, I'll even leave some of the clothes in the dryer to take a ride with the next load just so I don't have to fold them. But chances are, some of them are mateless socks anyway which just end up in a basket in the laundry room forever until one day in a purging frenzy the whole lot of them just gets tossed in the garbage. Where do the mates of those socks go anyway?
Sockland.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure how you get there, but I seem to remember a wardrobe and a white witch somehow being involved.