If I’d known,
I wouldn’t have procrastinated.
I wouldn’t be lazy like a pig.
I wouldn’t have forgotten.
I wouldn’t be such a careless fool.
But I did not, and couldn’t have known.
Therefore, blue laundry was harvested from the washer this morning.
Socks. Jeans. Bra. Panties. Pants. Monkey shirt. T-shirt. All of them turned blue.
The worst of them all, was the pink-blue-purple-maroon and idk what has become of my favourite and pretty new cardigan. All I know now is that it ain’t pretty anymore. Sobs.
Vented frustrations on the mop and floor. Tried all sorts of home remedies from Google. I went to the extent of digging out the guides handbook to read up on the stain-removal page.
Now my hands reek of vinegar, detergent, salt and lemon. None of which worked.
All I’m left with now is a clean floor, a wasted morning and a fugly cardigan. Oh, and smelly hands.