A protest.
Today is one of those days, the horrible kind, the worst kind, the laundry kind. After checking out my laundry room, I have decided that everyone in my house will live as Zion lives, naked.
I am taking away all rights to peoples closets, they will be allotted one outfit per week. They will be instructed to “wear it wisely.” This works out great for Andrew, cause he hates change, even changing clothes.
I’m throwing the towels away and forcing people to stand and air dry after showering or bathing.
“What about our socks?” They whine.
“Who cares about your stinkin’ socks, we only know where one of each pair is, anyway!”
I feel so liberated, so free, just thinking about the possibilities of this new way of life.
I want pictures!