I was just in the bedroom thinking, "Well, I've let the laundry pile up to a mound of epic proportions again," when it occurred to me to wonder what sort of an epic that would be. The mythical tale of The Lost Sock, the sweet interlude of the Shirt Behind the Dresser, the chanson of the Delicates Awaiting Enough for a Load.
Then I thought, maybe it's really just time for bed.
