Wishy Washy Wednesday

I have a ton of laundry to do at this very moment, so it makes perfect sense to sit here and write about it.  You see, I was busy preparing to be a freakin' rock star last week (more on that in another post) and sort of neglected the laundry.  Luckily, we are blessed to have have a lot of clothes, but as I was sorting it all, I couldn't help but wonder if anyone is wearing underwear today.  I have an entire load made up of just underwear and socks.  AN ENTIRE LOAD, Y'ALL!    

I'm not sure how we end up with so much laundry.  I mean, there's only 4 of us, but some how, we can rival the Duggar Family.  Come to think of it, most days I change clothes at least twice, depending on workouts.  My husband does as well.  Hm.  I think laundry would be so much easier if I had my own laundromat.    My very own laundromat!  Doesn't that sound fun?  I could play my own music, put in a bar, have friends over for laundry parties...

Sorting all the boy undies has left me somewhat scarred.  It appears that I'm going to have to sit my 9 year old down and give him a refresher course on the fine art of wiping.  If I don't do this now, my future daughter-in-law will think I did a shitty job.  Pun intended.  Oh, and here's another question for the moms out there.  Do your children come home from school looking like they were attacked by their lunch?  Seriously.  I sent chocolate pudding with my 9 year old one day and he came home with it smeared on his back.  How?  That's a special kind of talent.  Oh, granted, it was all over his front, too, but the back is something else.  

And another thing, WHY do certain people keep wearing the underwear and socks that have holes all in them?  I mean, if you don't have to pull down your drawers to do your business, I think it's time to throw them away.  I'm in too much of a hurry to get it done, folded, and put away to worry about inspections.  Underwear is cheap!  Just tell me to pick up a 6 pack at Target!

Come on, people!  

Work with me!

Summer is coming.  We'll all live in swimsuits for three months.  Hey, isn't swimming in a swimsuit is kinda like washing it?  It should be.  Just like swimming should kinda be like a bath, but it's not.  

Damn the bad luck!

It's a good day, people

It’s a gorgeous day today.  I had every intention of going for a run or cising my jazzer, but I took a big fat nap instead.  I woke up refreshed, renewed, calm, and happy.  Picked up the littlest dude from preschool and enjoyed our drive home.  Pharrell Williams was singing “Happy”, the sunroof was open, and the sun was shining. 

I was feeling generous, so I let someone out of the junior high parking lot instead of blocking their intersection with my car.  My uplifting self-chatter where I tell myself how nice I am gets interrupted by the blast of a horn behind me.  I look in my rearview mirror to see a very shiny and new black Audi suv.  Its driver was yelling and throwing what I can only assume to be middle-aged man gang signs.  It’s cool, I let it go.  Maybe he had a bad day.  I’m not gonna let him disrupt my positive chi. 

We’re in a school zone and at an intersection with a red light, so traffic is moving slow anyway.  Man, it is so pretty outside today!  The wind is blowing leaves into my car, but I pay them no mind.  I’m just happy.  I get to the intersection where I’m finally able to turn and that damn horn sounds again, only this time longer and louder than before while the toupee-wearing gangster makes a threatening motion with his hand while speeding through the light.  Damn, dude.  It appears my positive chi has been disturbed.  I hope a large bird takes a shit on your car.