Laundry quest vs Olympics

By now you know there isn’t much posting going on here.  We save the daily rants for the Facebook page.  

Besides what is there to talk about lately?  The weather.  The 59 inches of snow that is barreling down on us right now.    

(we love to exaggerate at MOS.)

One would think with this weather we would have all the time in the world to catch up on laundry. Right?  Too cold to go outside AND you’re snowed in.  What else is there to do? We should be folding laundry.  There is no reason for 5 loads to be sitting in baskets waiting to be folded. 

For the love, pull out the iron for the first time in 9 years and flatten out that collar.

It sounds doable, right?

I don’t want to be dramatic about it but the task of staying on top of the laundry pile IS impossible.  Mission freaking impossible.  No, I don’t want to accept this mission.

Mainly because I’m too busy watching the Olympics and pretending that I didn’t listen when the anchor said “Spoiler ALERT!”

The status of Bob Costas' eye is more important to me than matching socks.

It’s the Olympics!!! This only happens every 4 years.
These athletes are in the best shape of their lives and I will happily watch them enjoying my pepperoni pizza and eating off paper plates. It is like an extended Super Bowl party in my house. 

You know what I’ve learned about laundry wait for it, wait for it, I don’t care that it sits crumpled up in baskets for weeks on end collecting dog hair and dust bunnies.

So with this nasty winter weather and wondering if Curling should be an Olympic sport I will continue the great laundry quest. Ketchup stains and snot-covered sleeves screw you.

I got my hands full judging double toe loops and triple axels from the comfort of my couch.