Mostly True Memoirs
I was putting away the folded laundry.
I held it in my arms instead of a laundry basket.
All my laundry baskets have disappeared since both boys have moved back home.
I wasn’t wearing my glasses.
And I couldn’t hit the light switch because my hands were full.
I tried to make my way blind and in the dark.
I tried, but I failed.
I dropped all of the folded laundry.
And then I tripped over the pile.
So yeah, that’s how my day is starting out.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be day drinking and cursing.