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A Foust Thing.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Jan 11, 2021
  • 1 min read

My achilles heal is laundry. 100%


I hate doing laundry. DESPISE IT. Dirty clothes cover my basement floor like a carpet.


My aunt visited once from St. Louis, she can attest. She spent 48 consecutive hours doing it for me.


I remember my Mom telling me that after she married my Dad, he came with 400 pairs of underwear because he too, hated doing laundry.


I guess it's a Foust thing.


For awhile, I found this magical service that would come and pick up my laundry from my front porch, and return it the next day, neatly pressed and folded. It was a utopian existence.


Ahhhh the good old days, pre-pandemic.


Once again I can't see the basement floor.


However, when I DO DO the laundry, it is my version of Easter.


Ah, that's where that shirt went!


Oh I love these jeans!


Awe I remember this sweater!


Yessss I love these pajamas!


It is like going shopping in my own house.


So while I don't like doing the laundry, I can see the silver lining.


It is like a gift from me to me.


Yes, there are little blessings everywhere.


Xoxo,

C.



 
 
 

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