Laundry Days

I don't know about you but I HATE doing the never-ending chore of laundry. And I have no problem sharing those beliefs with others. Everyone who knows me knows I hate doing laundry. In fact, I have my own theory regarding laundry...it is definitely tied in with Karma or at the very least Heaven and Hell. In the first case I am convinced the more "bad" you did in your past life the more laundry you do in this life.  If this is indeed the case I must have been personally responsible for spreading the black plague throughout Europe. If on the other hand you are a Heaven and Hell believer I hate to inform you but if you do not repent it is likely you will be washing angel wings and polishing tarnished halos for all eternity. And did I mention that there are no washing machines in heaven? Best as I can figure laundry is done the old fashioned way with rocks and a cold stream. I think that in my case, God is giving me practice for where I may very well end up. He is giving me the opportunity to "try it on for size"before I have permanently wrinkled dried up "dish pan" hands. And I have to admit it does make me pause and reconsider some of my actions. Give me fire and brimstone over laundry any day.

And speaking of Karma, I do believe it came around today and bit me in the derriere. This in retaliation  for all the bad mouthing of laundry I have done over the years. This vague feeling of uncomfortableness began just after I stepped out of the shower. As the morning wore on I found myself the victim of a strange and elusive butt itch. It wasn't until much later that I finally realized that the burrs and prickers from the Boy Scout camp out laundry had attached itself to my underwear. As a result, certain parts of my anatomy look as if the devil tried to grab me and drag me down to the laundry hell that awaits me downstairs.