I don't like doing laundry. I never have and I doubt I ever will. I don't do anyone else's laundry except my own and I do it as little as possible. I have enough clothes to go 3 weeks without doing any, but my mom and I have a pretty good system where we alternate Saturdays. My brother usually does his on Sundays. Anyway, this past Saturday was my turn, as I likely mentioned last week. I did my first load and when I finished hanging stuff up in my closet I left the door open because I knew I'd need to get into it again in about 45 minutes and my door isn't the easiest to manipulate. Well, that turned out to be a mistake. Big. Huge.
When I brought my clothes basket it with the second load, I bumped into the closet door and it went crashing down (sorry for the horribly dark picture)
There was more I wanted to write about, but I can't remember now and I need to get to work. It's Monday and I have plenty to do so I should probably do it. I hope everyone has a great day!