I’m pretty sure the beau and I have officially made our last trip to the laundromat this week. That is, if we can make it twenty more days without doing laundry- I’m up for the challenge!
This was my first year lugging my dirty laundry out into the real world (other than to my parents’ house) and let me tell you, it stinks! First of all, why laundr-O-mat and not laundr-Y-mat? Secondly, why M*A*S*H and not The Biggest Loser or The Bachelor? And lastly, why does everyone insist on using their iPhones/iPads as loud as possible? Okay, I’m done.
Now for what I’ve learned to make the experience reasonable:
Two important tips that aren’t shown:
- Keep your doll-hair bills handy, it gets expensive.
- Fold your laundry at the mat to avoid a big heaping pile of laundry in the middle of the bed at 11 o’clock in the evening and wrinkly clothes.
I’d love to one day own a laundromat; they seem like a gold mine and you wouldn’t really have to hire people. Anyone wanna go halfsies?