Laund-o-rama

Isn't laundry one of life's most vicious cycles? We wash, we wear, we repeat. It's endless. I actually don't dislike the washing part. Maybe it is because I like water and the sheer thrill of soap turning into little, fluffy bubbles. But drying? Eh, not so much. There's no thrill there. (Granted, there are other ways to get a thrill with laundry, but I digress.) Anyway, I do enjoy the warm, Bounce-scented clothes when they comes out of the dryer. Jumping in them, tossing them on the cat, or playing tug-of-war with the dogs; that is fun. The problem for me, though, is getting the laundry to the dryer. I have a habit of just letting it sit the washer. Sometimes I forget about it for a day or two. Not a good thing--I assure you. Nevertheless, since I am down to my last pair of panties and am too tired to go to the store to buy more, I guess I have to venture into the hamper and throw some things in the washer. To quote that fish from Finding Nemo, "Bubbles!"