When you leave a room you never know what you will find on returning to it. Someone was looking for something and that triggered an avalanche. It couldn't have been my fault cause everything was stacked neatly at one time. But I draw the line at rewashing clean clothes just because they touched the floor.
I did save clothes that I call painting clothes. But what tends to happen is they put on a decent shirt and turn it into a paint shirt. And then they wonder where all their good clothes went. I guess it's hard to wear a shirt to paint in when it already has paint on it. Don't they know that is artistic?
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