I've been a bit slack lately about folding clothes and putting them away. As each successive load of laundry has come in off the line I've added it to the pile accumulating on an armchair. The pile started to look decidedly high and peaky. I began to affectionately refer to it as Mt Everest.
Last night Grumpy wanted to sit in that particular armchair so he transferred the clothes to the couch. Even spread out a little more they still form a formidable and rugged mass. We now call them the Himalayas.
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Now that the clothes are stacked in a row of tall piles along the sofa, they look more like the Parthenon.
So do y'all rummage through the pile(s) whenever you're after clean jocks? or do you have an unlimited supply of new ones? Or are y'all gettin' around nekkid?
from Dana.
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