Never-ending laundry

Seems like I am either always doing laundry, thinking about laundry, putting off doing the laundry or complaining about the laundry! Here are two stacks that sat around downstairs while I watched the Grammys with M…who is inside right now doing laundry as I write this. It can sit in the basket for a week before I get around to putting it away. By the time I get to it, it is half-unfolded from rummaging around it in looking for the one or two black shirts that fit me ok! M usually folds and I end up putting it away…eventually. Better get inside and help — or just watch T.V.