This was the scene in my laundry room yesterday afternoon. A sight to behold. Something I haven't seen in four years, three months and 13 days. But who's keeping track. Empty laundry baskets, my friends. That's right. All, and I mean ALL the laundry was done. As I stood there wiping the tears from my eyes and reveling in my overhwhelming sense of accomplishment, Andy burst in the door and tossed his running clothes in the hamper.
"Oh I don't THINK so, pal," I said as I tossed them back at him.
"What are you talking about? They're dirty." And he threw them back in the nice, clean and empty basket.
"Not today they're not." And I kicked them back out.
"Have you lost your mind? What am I supposed to do with them?"
"Put them back on. The laundry room is c-l-o-s-e-d." And with that I walked out, turned out the light, shut the door and savored my job being done.
For at least 4 minutes.