Laundry, ugh, I break out in hives just thinking about the epic shit storm that this chore consists of.
But we mustn't look like a bunch of hobos so laundry is a necessary evil. Unless you're a husband. Then, you just drop socks and underwear all over the effing place and they magically appear all clean and folded in your drawer.
So how does one do the laundry? It's a very complicated 11-ish step process, at least in my homestead. Gather 'round, folks, and witness the lazy housewife's plight:
|This is an example of what I don't look like on laundry day|