Epic

Due to John's kindness in often taking the job now that the weather's cold, it's been a while since the last installment in Laundromat: A Tale of Woe. I know you've been missing it, though.

Yesterday.

Having not left the house for quite some time, we had many, many errands to run. I forgot my wallet in the car-- twice-- and the girls obediently waited for me to retrieve it. They were being funny, so I took a picture from the parking lot. (Don't worry. The van was only a hop away.)


We put clothes in the machines, popped quarters in the greedy little buggers, and then were off for a wearisome day of out and about. By the time we came back to toss laundry in the dryers, we looked like this.

Me.


Them.





Her.


And then she noticed me, and clambered up to my lap for this.



Today, the saga continued on the home front with clothes-folding and lion-taming.

My mom had these same round baskets when I was small, and I used to also dump the clothes on the floor to become a newly trapped lion.




Or two lions trapped together.


Lionhood isn't all growls and claustrophobia, though; sometimes, one finds time to contemplate the meaning of life.