Dear Laundry

I see you sitting over there under the TV mocking me. "Why won't you just fold me already, are you scared of a harmless basket of clean clothes?" Perhaps I am. I put you in the washer and then the dryer in no time. Then I piled you in your basket and brought you out to the living room to put you in your place whilst watching TV, at least that was my plan. Well CSI came on, it's my favorite show, then the phone rang, then it was Friday. Then on Friday Hubby was sick, how could I think of clothes when Hubby was under the weather? So you sat there right under the TV for a full 24 hours taunting me with your fresh scentedness. Then it was the weekend which would give us plenty of time to make peace and reunite you with your other clean, put away friends, but the weekend came and went before I knew it and still you sat. You have become furniture to a certain cat and from then on my clean clothes were coated in cat hair. Blast! On Monday you were my first order of business when I got home. "I am going to fold that laundry today!" I boldly predicted. Alas, I was wrong. Now you will require a tumble through the dryer to freshen you up and to my dismay you have some buddies in the dryer fending me off. So today is Tuesday, is this the day you meet your demise? We shall see, now our one week anniversary is only 2 days away and my kitty does love to sit on you. Stop! Do not try to ply me with your mind games! You shall ruse me no more laundry of mine! Batten down the hatches and prepare to be folded! I am coming for you, no longer will you darken the spot directly in front of the TV, not on my watch...Unless I find something better to do tonight.