Oh man.... Laundry is the worst. I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I don't rub my clothes as hard as they do on the wash board because a. I'd like to keep my finger tips b. because it hurts every muscle in my body and c. I'd prefer my underwear to not be stretched out to the size of parachutes. It's not cute. Some times my ma will come over and put some elbow grease into washing my clothes and a little part of me dies as I watch the sweet threads of my Target Tees cry. I thought I was losing weight but then I remembered that my clothes increase a size with every wash. Sometimes when no one is looking, I just swirl my clothes around in the bucket like a washing machine and then call it good.... Works at home so it should be fine, right?
Hahah shoot, this life. Though it probably sounds like I'm complaining, I am loving every second of it. I am not only getting into really good shape and getting a tan but I am also learning that I could survive in an Amish community and that kind of makes me feel good about myself. Also, If I was stranded on an island, I think I could survive.... Thanks Liberia.
Well, it's safe to say I'm learning more than I ever thought possible and I am constantly reminded how much I like this country and all it's strange quirks. Minus the mice. I hate them.
Moral of today's story, I miss Tide Pods.
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