Good gracious, I'm uninteresting!

I was thinking about what I'm doing this weekend, or the next, and can't come up with much. I work until five every night. I get home around five thirty, then make dinner. By the time dinner is consumed and cleaned up from, it's almost eight.

I know, fun, huh?

This weekend proves to be more of the same. Laundry needs to be done. If it's not, I'll have to go to work naked next week. And no one wants to see that.

Why am I dreading it? Laundry for us is a long, multi-day process. We have a very small washing machine. It connects to the kitchen sink, which prevents me from cooking. Add to that, a small dryer, and you have a slow laundry process.

Maybe I'll break up the weekend with an outing or two.

Maybe we'll see a movie?

but all I know for sure is that laundry HAS to be done.

The sight of me with no clothes is NOT pretty!