Have you ever noticed how as an adult, all the bright colors go out of your life? Now that I’m not a kid anymore, things always look gray, like a clothesline draped with laundry that’s been washed too many times and left to stand in the wind. I guess that’s what growing up is… it’s a fading photograph.
I'm comfortable airing my laundry. I don't think one thing's dirty or clean. It's just what I wear.
Airing the family's laundry can make people upset.
I'm really good at laundry, and I have no problem cleaning the kitchen.
I find folding laundry very relaxing.
I love folding laundry.
Don't judge. I used to buy underwear because I didn't do my laundry.
Vacuuming is great. I do the laundry. I love washing machines. I'm the maid in my house.
I do my laundry on a weekly basis.
I'm an OCD neat freak. I can't stand messes. I make my bed every morning. Laundry. I do it all.
My worst job was working in the laundry of a nursing home.
I don't get rattled about the big things. I get rattled when I have to pick up my laundry, get gas in the car, pick up a script.