The thing about spending all that time in Europe is that a lot of clothes had to be packed, and worn, and dirtied. So now I'm finally doing laundry. I enjoy laundry day (shut up, Mike >:O) because I like having clean clothes. Yup, that's it. So in a minute, I shall put a large load in and run the machine...with an extra rinse cycle. I'm doing Mike's laundry too because I love him. Sometimes.
Mike is such a bastard. I love him. So much that I hate him. Or hate him so much that I love him. It's complex I know. He just gets on my nerves sometimes. He's all too often doing stupid people things. And I get mad/upset and he gets mad/upset and then we fight and I tell him to shut up a lot. Actually, no matter how things are between us, I end up telling him to shut up a lot. He just doesn't know when to stop. Heh.
I'm fearing that this will turn sappy. And then I'll sound like Eric and will have to impale myself on a drum stick. So I guess I'll go do laundry before something unfortunate like that happens.
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