Because I'd STILL have to wash sheets and towels.
I'm griping about the laundry. Of COURSE I am.
This was my Facebook Status from a couple of days ago:
I am enjoying the 1 1/2 minutes of my week when every single piece of clothing is washed, ironed, folded and put away.
Because even though every piece of wash was completely conquered, people were wearing clothes. Clothes that would, ultimately, be tossed on the floor, shoved under the bed, left to mildew on the floor in the bathroom and be later found huddled behind the toilet, like refugees abandoned by their compatriots.
In this case, the owner of said undershorts.