I was . . . this morning. I can laugh now, and recreate the entire episode for my friends in blogland just because I think they might get a chuckle out of it.
I love my house. But . . . it's big.
If I need a jacket out of my closet - I gotta hike to get it.
(I wish I had a dollar for every time I climb these stairs each day...)
Now I know a lot of you out there have the same thing going on . . . so I shall ask you.
How do your sheets and yes, I might as well admit it, sometimes your towels, get from the 2nd floor to the first to get to the laundry room? (Only a man would think the first floor is the right place for the washer and dryer - smart women know, it should be on the same floor where the bedrooms are DUH!)
Well, here is how I carry mine. Well . . . carry being the operative word . . .
Now mind you - I didn't drag all the towels out to recreate the scene for ya'll,
I do have some sense of pride.
But you get the idea . . . towels and sheets EVERYWHERE,
covering the floor in the entry at the bottom of the stairs.
I mean it's Monday- laundry and sheet change day.
So of course, with the final pile of towels
being tossed over the railing what happens?
Ya just gotta love having glass front doors.
"Ha Ha! Karen . . . you are so busted!"
Well . . . happy Monday. I hope the rest of the day goes better than this.