The life of a laundry hamper certainly is dire. I sit in the dark, cold bathroom all by myself only to be visited when someone has to strip off their sweaty football clothes, or dirty old socks. They blindly chuck their garments at me, pant legs hanging over the side, leaving me feeling both disheveled and neglected. And not to mention downright unclean! The only company I have is the family cat, who sometimes curls up upon the mountain of clothes I so dutifully carry, and whose purring keeps me up throughout the night.
The most exciting part of my week is when I get to travel to the basement, where I am relieved of everyones garments and get to enjoy some new scenary, all though the old and cranky washer and dryer are not the most joyous of company. The best part comes when the laundry is finally finished, and I am filled to the brim with fresh, lemon-scented clothing that warms my lonely soul.
However, those glorious moments do not last, and I am soon emptied and whisked back to the dungeon-like bathroom, ready for the next round of smelly laundry to come my way.
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This was awesome! It made me feel sympathy for the laundry hamper and I now pity its lonely and unfulfilling existence! Perhaps you could move the laundry hamper around once and awhile to give it a change of scenery. Perhaps you could move it to a cozy bedroom or to the living room so it can be part of the group!
AWW, D, that was so cute. Dylan was right, i feel bad for laudry hamper now!! lol my "sock story" understands very well;)i pictured everything you said!
I liked your choice of words (disheveled, dutifully, whisked) - they all really helped to enhance your story. The whole thing was just really great though. I enjoyed it. It was funny and informational :)
YAY :)
awwwwwww deanne this was so good! i'd absolutely hate to be a laundry hamper! it sounds sooo gross and definitely reallly smelly!
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