My dream man…
Will provide me with my very own washer and dryer. Yes, I’m that easy.
One of the cons to my cozy little apartment is the lack of washer/dryer hookups, relegating me to trek my dirty clothes down to the “laundry facilities,” a fairly well-kept room of a dozen washers and about as many dryers. In its defense, I never have to wait for a machine like at my old apartment, but it’s not the same as being able to do laundry in the comfort of your own home. It’s a production involving detergent, baskets, my car, keys, walking, carrying, etc. And, when I have a load or two going and I’m back in my apartment, I’m always on edge as to what time I need to go back and cycle everything out. In a nutshell, it’s annoying.
I did six loads of laundry today and not much else. In between I watched Full House and played with Photoshop. I always feel like a college kid when I bring laundry home to my parents’, but this is why I do.
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