I've gotta come clean about something. You see...there's something I didn't tell you.
I told myself I was doing it for your own good...that you didn't have anything to gain by me telling you. So, I just kept it to myself.
But, there's been a turn of events...so, I feel I must share.
*Great big, hearty sigh*...
A couple of weeks ago (oh, I can hardly say it)...a while back (ugh, this is killing me)...well, okay...you see...(I've just gotta spill it)...
*Looks around innocently*...what?
Don't hate...'cuz there's more to the story.
Yeah...so, I was all caught up on laundry. In my smugness...in my patting myself on the back...I didn't say anything, 'cuz I'd heard of this chick named Karma, and I heard she's a b*tch. I didn't want Karma coming after me, so I just went about my merry little business...tossing in a load here, folding a load there, putting things away as they were ready.
I'll admit...I gloated. It may have been to myself...but I did.
Turns out tho...that Karma is a b*tch even if you gloat privately. Even if you don't boast to the world and "sing it loud for all to hear" (name that movie)...Karma...she'll getcha every time.
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I am currently drowing in a sea of unwashed clothes...stranded in a desert of clean, unfolded clothes...and I see no end in sight.