On Tuesday, I mentioned to my writing group that when I was in college my freshman year, I had an interesting way of doing laundry. I had a clean pile, and a dirty pile. When the clean pile got too small, I washed the dirty pile and dumped the cleaned clothes back onto the clean pile. It worked wonders for me. 😉 Anyway–I remembered that I actually wrote a personal essay on the subject, so for catch-all Friday on my website, I decided to post that. It’s not really a comical piece–more of a thought provoker, I suppose. It’s called Leaves. Tell me what you think.
In other news, can I just complain about heartburn? I had some strawberry lemonade the other day, and it’s been coming back to haunt me since. Sheesh. I wish I could blame my lack of a post on that, but I can’t. I didn’t post yesterday because I was sick. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?
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