What happens when you go to do laundry and somebody is waiting behind you, staring at you?
Last night we were doing laundry and had one more load to do, but when we walked into our laundry room there was a basket there, waiting. . . . As we were loading from the washer to the dryer our *cough* crazy *cough* neighbor came in and fiddled with her basket. Sorry lady, we have one more load. Unfortunately when we picked up our load from the dryer it wasn't dry all the way and we knew as soon as the buzzer went off that she would be on her way.
I hate not having our own washer/dryer.
Our apartment ended up looking like this.
Notice the lovely path Boyd created with the socks.This made me feel like a teenager who doesn't pick up their clothes.
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