6 59 pm pdt   [ laundry ]

Matthew comes home from a business trip to Vegas tomorrow. I wanted to make it special. I made a cheesy sign at work. But I didn't manage to clean at all, and our place is really looking like a sty, so tonight I decided to the thing that I hate the most... laundry. I loath doing the laundry, which is ridiculous because it is one of the easiest chores to do. I don't mind folding or putting clothes away, but I hate the act of putting them in the washer and then the dryer. Yes, I am weird.

So Matthew, being the most wonderful boyfriend ever, does my laundry for me. Always. I did a load for him before his business trip, because he didn't have enough clothes for his trip. I think that was the first time I've done the wash for him. I've helped before, but that was the first time I did two load of wash by myself for him. Before you think I am a bad girlfriend, I must mention that I do all the dusting and vacuuming.

Anyway, i decided that to be super sweet, I would wash the sheets and his towels, because aren't clean sheets and clean towels two of life's joys? So I was trudging up to the laundry room (which is on the top floor for some reason) when I realized that Matthew's going to come home and see that I've washed the sheets for the first time ever. He may just wonder if I had some sort of passionate encounter with another man resulting in soiled sheets that required washing (I'm not sure how his towels fit into this scenario). What is more likely is that Matthew won't think anything of the sort, because he trusts me, and that feels so good I might just go do another load. But I don't have enough quarters, so maybe not...

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